When Liz exited her apartment, a well-dressed gentleman was standing at the curb in front of her apartment building's steps. Parked at the curb behind him is 1930's model Rolls Royce touring car. The passenger compartment’s door was standing open.

Liz briefly wondered whom the car belonged to. She didn't know anyone in the neighborhood who was affluent enough to own such a car. Either someone had a visitor or the driver was lost.

As Liz turned to lock the entrance, a small cough drug her attention back to the strange man and car. "Miss Downing?” She heard behind her, the man's tone gentle and inquisitive.

Liz turned back with a start. "Yes?" Mr. Duvalle had told her he was sending a car for her but this isn't what she had expected.