He had left his gold pen on the boardroom table.

The lobby was quiet, the marble floor reflecting the grey light from the street outside.

We walked out into the wind.

The snow was falling in heavy, wet flakes now, sticking to the black iron railings.

Ethan’s driver was waiting at the curb, the engine of the black SUV idling.

Ethan shook his head at the driver.

“Go home, Marcus,” Ethan said. “I’ll drive myself.”

The driver looked surprised, but he nodded and handed Ethan the keys.

We got into the SUV, the heater blowing cold air until the engine warmed up.

Ethan gripped the steering wheel with both hands.

“Where is Brenner now?” I asked.

“He was picked up at his office an hour ago,” Ethan said.

“He tried to run through the back alley, but they were waiting for him.”

“He’ll be charged with extortion and reckless endangerment,” Ethan added.

“What about Mary’s apartment?” I asked.

“I bought the building,” Ethan said simply.

I looked at him in surprise.

“When?” I asked.

“Yesterday morning,” he said.

“The tenants won’t have to leave.”