The gray Brix suitcase was o Caldwell’s left leg, sandwiched between him and the same old couple he had opehe elevator doors for earlier. The old man had a glassy look, while the old lady appeared to be as sharp as they came. Her hair was jet black, suggesting some kind of dye job or medical procedure that held gray hairs in check. Caldwell could just about see the tiny touch s on the suitcase. The green light that indicated that the case was locked onto its owner was blinking. There was a toggle button on the Brix’ touch s that read: MANUAL. Caldwell prayed that his left hand was not visible from where the biker girl was standing. He pressed the button on the s gently with minimal movement in his shoulder.
The elevator stopped at B2. The old couple walked slowly out into an underground parking lot. The old lady ushing the luggage cart. She turned round and gave Caldwell a look that said she hoped he could get himself out of his current predit. The ol……（内容加载失败！）
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