I had two years to be slow.

And slow, it turns out, beats fast every time, provided slow is willing to wait, and I had learned, in a place built entirely out of waiting, to wait better than anyone he had ever met.

Chapter 5 — The Mentor

A black sedan rolled to the curb through the rain, and the back window lowered, and inside sat my old mentor from the Attorney General’s office, Attorney Rosalind Halloran, silver-haired and sharp-eyed and exactly as formidable as I remembered.

She looked me over once, the way she used to look over a case file she already suspected was going to be interesting.