She could see the sky getting dark outside, but, mostly, she was aware of the way Lozano kept glancing at the door, nervous and distracted, even if he didn’t want to show it. He was subtly shifting side to side, and his left hand kept brushing over his jacket pocket, as if to make sure something was still in there. Something the size of a small pouch. Something heavy. Something he might have already taken out of the safe.
