~May 1982~

The dark-skinned man wore slacks, leather loafers and a white shirt with a blue tie. He wore no jacket although that only meant he wasn't wearing it now. He carried a worn leather briefcase that looked like it might have cost a month's worth of salary for any of the guards on the floor.

The guard unlocked the door to the waiting room and led the big black man into the room.

"Tremont you have fifteen with your visitor." The guard announced ...