Here looked like a warehouse on the outside. It took up most of the block.
Deuce parked the car on the street in front of a sign that warned about opposite side of the street parking.
Again, Babe decided not to ask if he wasn’t worried about the car getting ticketed or towed.
He got out of the car and took her suitcase from the backseat.
She blew out a relieved breath, hoping that meant an end to the inquisition.
The door to the warehouse opened right off the sidewalk. Deuce unlocked it and walked her into the building. A short man stood in the vast corridor.
“This is Finchley,” Deuce said. “He’s Dr. Gautier’s personal assistant. He’ll give you the grand tour.”
“Thank you so much, Deuce.” It seemed there was no love lost between the two men.
Deuce set down her suitcase, gave her a final once-over, and then turned on his heel and entered a waiting elevator.
Babe looked around. Wow, how wrong could my first impression have been?