“Thirty days at the very least,” Evelyn said, looking down at her notes.

“We can’t get an emergency injunction with that recording in evidence.”

Frank got up, buttoned his gray suit jacket, and walked out into the carpeted hall.

I excused myself from Evelyn and followed him to the stainless steel water fountain by the elevators.

The brass elevator doors reflected the long yellow wall lamps in the hallway.

Frank pressed the chrome bar on the water fountain and took a slow, deliberate drink of cold water.

He stood up straight and wiped his chin with a clean linen handkerchief.