leather bag, the kind you’d carry documents in.
And beside the bag, pushed into the corner underneath the lowest pipe, was something else.
Something Walter had not gone closer to examine because in that moment, the man in the dark coat had said in a voice that was very quiet and very clear, “You didn’t see anything.
” “Do you understand me?” And Walter, who was a man of 41 with no backup and no weapon and a specific vulnerability of someone who was currently hiding three children in his apartment
