Carefully creeping around the patrol wagon blocking off the east end of the 
street is a dark blue Mitsubishi sedan with a Minuteman Security placard on the 
driver’s sun visor and winking red and blue emergency lights discreetly planted
in the front end. The sedan stops in the middle of the street, just a few steps 
away from Kirkland. The man who gets out from the back wears a black fedora and 
a dark blue suit. The brim of the hat casts a shadow that hides the man’s face
above the level of his mouth.