“Are you feeling all right?” I asked, watching him blink hard at the steering wheel.

“Just a bit of a headache,” Daniel muttered, shaking his head twice as if trying to clear cobwebs from his eyes.

“The autumn air always gets to my sinuses.”

We walked through the glass front door of the law office, where the sharp smell of old carpet and paper hung heavy in the air.

Evelyn was already sitting at the long mahogany conference table in the back meeting room.

She wore a tailored black suit and had a thick brown leather folder open in front of her on the polished wood.