Six minutes after The Four left the lobby, three men came in looking for them. They wore long dark coats with the collars turned up and wide-brimmed hats pulled down low on their foreheads so that their faces were obscured by darkness. They were from the NRC.
The three men proceeded directly to the elevator. Doug was inside. As the men got on and pushed the button for the tenth floor, Doug studied them.
Doug said, "You guys cops?"
The leader of the men from the NRC said "No."
"FBI?"
"No."
"Gangsters?"
One of the other NRC men snickered. "No," said the leader.
"Then who are you?"
"None of your business."
The elevator stopped, and the doors slid open. When Doug found himself alone again, he said to himself, "I'll bet those guys were from the IRS."
