The black car was visible at the far end of the lot.
And: a car, parked two spaces down, with the specific, identifiable silhouette of a man sitting in the driver's seat. Not doing anything. Just sitting. The specific, contained stillness of someone who has gone to a car to be alone and is in the process of being alone and is managing what it is producing.
Meera saw it.
Her walking slowed slightly.
Raven didn't slow. He walked at the same pace and she adjusted to the pace and they moved toward the cars.
Vikram's head turned.
The specific, peripheral-vision recognition — the identifying of his wife's figure in the lot, the specific, immediate secondary recognition of the person walking beside her, the calculation that arrived in approximately four seconds and produced the particular expression of a man who has been sitting alone with a wrong conclusion for forty minutes and has just had that conclusion's evidence apparently confirmed by evidence.
He got out of the car.
