“Room four.

And I want you in my office at nine thirty to look at the films with me, before anybody on that board starts asking for copies.”

“Nine thirty,” I said.

We came around the corner, and there were seven of them outside the elevators, dressed for a lunch that hadn’t happened.

Evelyn Whitmore saw me first.

Navy dress, pearls the size of small grapes, both hands out, her expression already arranged.

“Alexander.