And Arthur’s eyes, when I met them, had gone to steel, a cold and level and terrible steel, the eyes, I understood, of a judge who has heard the evidence and is preparing to hand down a sentence.

This was a man who had spent thirty years on a federal bench watching people lie to him, and he was not, now, in his own foyer, going to be lied to about this.

Chapter 12 — Where Are They Now

“Where are they right now, Nora?” Arthur asked, and his voice had gone deceptively, dangerously quiet.

“They’re on the Empire Builder,” I told him.

“Crossing the plains of Montana, by now.