I brought it from home.”

“You and Evelyn have been talking.”

“Only about coffee, Mrs. Prescott.”

I got in and set my leather briefcase on the seat beside me.

Through the window, I could see Aaron standing in the jet doorway.

He had his hand raised, not a wave, more like a man checking traffic.

He thought I was being dramatic.

He thought I would come back after lunch and sign whatever he put in front of me.