He knew he wouldn’t be able to get far. The building holding him up had office space, maybe a doctor. He dragged himself to its door and forced his eyes to focus on the sign listing the tenants. No doctors. No hope. Or was there? Among the second-floor listings was "Harry Markowitz Corp., Investigations." Markowitz. Marksman. Andy had done something for him once, hadn’t he? He’d help. He had to.