The important thing was that he was here, settled in, and any minute now Cindy would get up from her desk and go let him know that Elias Boone was waiting with his folder and his hat and had been since half past nine. He watched Cindy’s desk. She was typing something. Then she answered a call. Then she was typing again. She did not get up.
Elias waited. Five minutes. Then ten. He told himself there was a process to these things, that he didn’t understand how banks worked and probably shouldn’t assume. Margaret would have known. Margaret would have known exactly how long was reasonable and exactly what to do when it wasn’t. Twenty minutes passed. Cindy had not moved from her desk.