It was like in a movie, problems at the door, a call arrives, and they get in. Well, Edward wasn't about to complain; he just wanted to know who to thank. Edward nodded to the man, "thanks."
He drove through, parked, and pulled out his phone. No luck with Mable.
He fired a text to Alexander: "You are clear to come through. Meet in the parking lot."
And then to Milton : "Dr. Moore and I will be along shortly."