"That's Not Your Driver, Sir" — Black Boy Recognizes the Impostor

"That's Not Your Driver, Sir" — Black Boy Recognizes the Impostor

Chapter 3

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The boy disappeared into the building.

The driver in the sedan did not move.

Harlan turned slightly, lifted his phone to his ear as though receiving a call, and walked three steps toward the sedan. He did not get in. He stopped just before the rear door, frowned at his phone the way a busy man frowns when an urgent message has just come through, and said in a clear and slightly irritated voice, "I have to go back up. They need a signature before I leave. Five minutes."

He did not wait for an answer from the driver. He turned and walked unhurriedly back through the revolving doors of the building.

Behind him, very faintly, he heard the soft click of a car door being unlocked from the inside. He did not turn around to confirm it.

Inside the lobby, the polished floor and the high ceiling made everything feel a degree cooler than the street. Isaiah was standing exactly where Harlan had told him to stand, beside the long marble security desk, his hands still on the strap of his backpack. Garrett was at his post by the door.

Behind the desk, two members of the morning security shift looked up as Harlan approached. They had been with the company a long time. They knew his face. They knew that he did not walk toward the security desk on an ordinary morning.

"Frank," Harlan said quietly to the older of the two, "I need you to do three things in the next sixty seconds, and I need you to do them without raising your voice. Are you with me?"

Frank Delaney straightened in his chair. "Yes, sir."

"First, I need you to put the building on a soft lockdown. No alarm, no announcement—just close the side exits and put a man at the loading dock.

"Second, I need you to call the police. Not the front desk, not the precinct line, but Lieutenant Marsha Vance directly. Her number is in the emergency book. Tell her I am asking for her personally, and that there is a man in a sedan in front of my building who is impersonating my driver.

"Third, I need you to find Mr. Coleman. His name is Walter Coleman. He works for Hadley Car Service. I want to know where he is, and I want to know that he is safe.

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