Mario glared at Lorraine.  There was a goddam riot going on downstairs, with City Police no less, and here she was raving about magic and disappearing doors.  He did not have time to deal with her stupidity.
“You can’t change the physical reality of The City.  It’s one of The Rules,” he said.
“Rules set by Sizemore.  What if this guy got past Sizemore to get to the board?”
“A billionaire assassin?  Well, I have to report the riot anyway.  Let’s go.  Lopez, you come with us.”  The door was perfectly visible when the three of them got there.  “See?”