Quinn parked the Jeep across the street from the law office and turned off the engine. For a moment, neither he nor Soren moved. The building sat quietly in the late morning sun, three stories of faded brick with narrow windows and a small brass plaque mounted beside the front door. People passed by on the sidewalk without paying any attention.
HARRISON & BLAKE FAMILY LAW
Quinn stared at the sign longer than necessary. Beside him, Soren leaned back in the passenger seat with his feet propped on the dashboard, sunglasses pushed up into his hair. He had been scrolling his phone for the past five minutes, but he glanced up when Quinn still hadn’t opened his door.
"You planning to go in," Soren asked, "or are we just going to sit here and let the suspense kill us? At this rate, old age migh
