She closed the locker door and turned to see an enormous man filling the space behind her. His shaved head hung just beneath the ceiling and his shoulders were wedged between the walls. Eyes full of intelligence stared out from skin so dark as to be featureless. He wore a smart-suit that whispered a commentary to him as he watched her, its deep-blue weave over a crisp white shirt and red tie. A left hand the size of a shovel held an open manila folder stuffed with paper and surveillance photographs.