Lynx may have said 'a bit' in his description of his ETA but he hadn't counted on trying to drag up the memory of his drunken night out with April ( Jag ). He remembered a lot of good bits after hitting her bed, and then a killer headache the next day. He cruised idly in his gray Toyota, examining the apartment complexes. No, not that one...the front door was blue, wasn't it? He stopped when he thought he had the right place and walked up to the door.
"Let's see here...Davenport...Davenport," he mumbles to himself as he browses the list of names by the buzz-in intercom switch.
He was wearing his usual gray trenchcoat over a casual black suit. He even had a tie on for the occasion.