Ashford.”

Spencer hadn’t glanced at me once since we’d sat down.

He was kneading the back of his neck with two fingers, slowly, as if he were trying to work a knot loose.

I folded the list in half, slipped it into my purse, and snapped the clasp shut.

That made him look up.

At nine thirty Patricia and I stood waiting at the elevators, and neither of us pushed the button a second time.

She stood near me.