Max wasn't sure where the redhead was when he got back to the office she wasn't there. It bothered him, but he was going to give her the benefit of the doubt. He did take the time to step out of the office, grab them both a sandwich from the deli down the block, and came back in time to see some guy walk into the p.i. office.
He thought he'd left it locked, but he couldn't be dead sure. Either way, he didn't like it. Too many unanswered questions around, and one of them was what had really happened to Frank Rake.
"Help you?" Max stood behind the man, bag of lunch in one hand while the other moved for the gun under his coats - trench and suit. He had given himself enough room behind the man to make sure he had space to pull the gun out.