There was someone different in the lobby today, sitting on a couch and apparently looking through a newspaper as he waited on someone. He watched as Fin walked across the lobby and then glanced to the security desk where Jason sat.
Their eyes met and Jason gave a small nod and Lt. Owens put down his paper and stood with a small sigh. He followed the man into the mail room and stopped just inside the doorway. He gave a nod to a woman who was headed out and when there was only himself and Fin in the room he spoke.
"Mr. Welch," Owens said. "I'm Lt. Owens with the City Police. I was wondering if I could have a word with you?"