“Did my mother get copies of these slips?”

“She asked for two.” Lorraine raised two fingers.

“One for herself, one for the lawyer.”

I left the annex with the copies in my bag and Northstar Meridian written on the back of my receipt.

At two fifteen I stood in the hall outside Marcus’s office, because his receptionist had told me to wait there for the certified schedules.

The door was open three inches.

I heard the speakerphone click on.