It is almost midnight and Adam Gray stands outside the entrance to the Oaks D-top building with a cell phone to his ear.
He paces back-and-forth with a slight edge of impatience. The call goes to voicemail, and he snaps his phone shut.
“Maybe he’s asleep already,” Gray says as he sits down on the stairs. “I’ll try him again in a few minutes. If not, I’ll just...