“You will walk alone, and you will sit in the outer office until I come for you.” Vance did not look up from the binder.

Vivian pulled the white silk scarf loose from her throat, wound it twice around her knuckles, and got in behind the wheel.

The Mercedes rolled backward onto the gravel and stopped.

She came out from behind it with her jaw set and the scarf back at her neck.

She stood by the front fender with one hand on the door and did not go anywhere.

“Private Dewitt.