SYLVESTER'S COMPANY: PARKING LOT
The elevator doors slid open with a soft chime. Sylvester stepped out, jacket slung over one arm, keys in hand. The concrete garage echoed with each slow tap of his shoes. Rows of cars stood in the stillness, bathed in low yellow lights overhead.
His black car sat near the corner.
As he slid into the driver’s seat and pulled the door closed, the hum of the city outside dulled into silence.
He placed the keys into the ignition but didn’t start the car right away. Instead, he leaned back, exhaled slowly, and stared at the dashboard.
His phone buzzed on the passenger seat.
It was Lynn.
Sylvester glanced at the name, jaw tightening slightly. He picked up the call.
“Hey,” he said, his voice calm but tired.
“Hey?” Lynn’s voice was sharp, already edged w
