[Bruce gave the cab driver the address without any indication of what it actually was, hoping that Iris was new enough to the city that she wouldn't recognize it. That done, he settled back in his seat, respectful of the distance she'd put between them. He didn't try to make conversation either, and so the ride was blanketed in silence. Of course, he didn't simply sit idly by and stare out the window; no, arrangements were made discreetly, texting and emails a modern marvel which didn't require spoken words at all. He wasn't quite ready for his return to be known but there were a select few who would, he knew, keep quiet and not ask questions. Where loyalty ended, money picked up the slack.
It was about fifteen minutes, the ride, perhaps twenty, but no more. Oblivious to Iris's intentions of paying, he reached into his jacket to pay the fare once the cab came to a stop in front of the building.]