He snapped the check folder shut and bolted for the door, pushing through it with enough force to make the bell jangle like an alarm. Outside, the street was mostly empty except for a black SUV just pulling away from the curb.
Andrew caught a glimpse of the man’s face through the driver’s side window—tight, focused, his hands gripping the wheel. In the back seat, two silhouettes. One of the girls turned to look out the window.