The Entourage

Evander was dressed and downstairs at seven-fifteen for an appointment that was not until nine.

Sylvie came down at seven-forty and found him standing in the living room with his coat already on, looking at his phone with the specific alertness of a man who had mentally left for the destination twenty minutes ago.

She looked at him.

"We're thirty minutes early," she said.

"The traffic on the Apex