Sixteen minutes later, Steven pulled up outside the building where Lena's apartment's located.
It was a clean mid-rise building in a quiet residential stretch, well-maintained without being ostentatious.
He sent her a message immediately.
Steven: I'm outside.
The reply came within thirty seconds.
Lena: Coming down. Give me two minutes.
He kept the engine running and looked out through the windscreen at the morning street. A couple walked past on the pavement, a dog pulling ahead of them on a leash. A delivery truck idled further up the road. The city was fully awake now.
The building's entrance door opened a moment later and Lena stepped out.
She was dressed in a tailored blazer in deep burgundy over a cream blouse, dark trousers and heels that added just enough height to change how she carried herself. Her hair was up and the makeup she had mentioned finishing was understated.
