"Frank was leaning back in his cubicle chair, feet up on his
desktop. That way he could keep an eye on Carl Cumming’s
office down the corridor. The guy must have the bladder of a camel,
he thought. Wouldn’t he ever need to relieve himself?
"Finally, Cummings emerged, and Frank leaned forward
nonchalantly, still tapping away on his laptop. Once the agent had
passed by, though, Frank leaned backward again.
"Good. Cummings was headed for the reception area door - and now
he was through it. Frank waited for a minute to pass, then grabbed
his coat and his more than usually full backpack and walked slowly
up the corridor, waiting for Cummings to return.
"Once he saw Cummings through the reception area glass, he
walked the last few steps to the reception desk. As expected,
Cummings noticed Frank’s coat. Trying to appear as if a
headline had caught his eye, the agent picked a newspaper up from
the reception area coffee table within easy earshot. Perfect."