Patched — Suits Trevor

The receptionist, a woman with hair lacquered into a bronze helmet, didn’t look up. “Name?”

Harvey’s eyebrow twitched—the first crack in the armor. suits trevor

“He’ll see me,” Trevor said, leaning on the polished granite counter. “Tell him it’s about the ‘Dumont file.’ He’ll know.” The receptionist, a woman with hair lacquered into

Trevor handed over a folded piece of paper and a brass key. “The ledgers are in a black footlocker. Third row, unit 147.” ” Trevor said

“Trevor,” Harvey said, just before the gap sealed.

The doors opened to the marble lobby. Trevor stepped out. Harvey stayed inside, the doors starting to close.