"Then give me something else." He glanced toward the man, still speaking into his newspaper, then back. They would make their move any second now. "What's the problem with the car?"
"I'm trying to tell you it just came in. Our people will need at least half an hour to clean it, go over the checklist. So if you'd like to have a cup of coffee in the dining room, I'll call you when—"
"Where is it now?"
"They said it's just been returned. It's probably parked somewhere outside." She gestured toward the glass revolving door. "Across the street. That's where they usually—"
"An Alfa?"
"That's right. Dark blue. But like I said, it's not—"
"Give me the keys."
"They're probably still in it. Our people—"
"Thanks." He reached down for the suitcase.
"Your card, sir, and your license." She pushed the items across with a tight smile, clearly happy to be rid of him.