"Do you have to call me Jackie?"

Dom nodded. "It's what I've always called you."

"Grown-ups are weird," Jack said.

"You have no idea," Dom told him. "I'll see ya on seventeen."

He waited as Jack went up to the security guard, signed himself in, then stepped into the elevator. Dom watched the elevator door close before releasing the breath he'd been holding inside. Then he went back to the revolving door, pushed and stepped through, back to the sidewalk. He noticed the tall, skinny guy in the T-shirt coming across the street, heading right toward him, but he didn't really pay attention. He watched the guy go through the revolving door and into the building but all Dom thought was "Geez, he's walkin' fast." Then he shrugged and went for his stroll around the block.

– "-"-"REGGIE WISHED HE wasn't sweating so much when he went up to the guard at the front desk.

"What floor are the lawyers on?" he asked.

The guard smiled at him, not a friendly smile, more like you're-a-dumbshit smile, and said, "We got a lot of lawyers in this building. Which ones you want?"

Reggie held the yellow paper up so the guard could see it.

"Aarons, huh?" the guard said. "They're on seventeen but I think everyone's pretty much gone. You got a name? I can call up and see if he's still there."

When Reggie didn't answer, the guard repeated, "You got a name, pal? Or are you just droppin' somethin' off?"

"Droppin' off," Reggie said. "Droppin' somethin' off."

"Why don't you just leave it with me?" the guard told him. "I'll give it to 'em in the morning."

"Okay," Reggie said.

The guard waited but Reggie didn't move. "I don't see no package," he said. "You got somethin' or don't you?"

"I got somethin'," Reggie told him.

"Well, where is it?"