“I didn’t know your consulting firm took care of local manufacturing accounts,” I said.

“We look at all kinds of regional balance sheets,” he said, turning the brass key in the lock until it clicked twice.

“Are you meeting with Donald while you’re in town?”

“I’ve got a few appointments lined up for tomorrow afternoon,” Evan said, getting up from the armchair.

He put the leather briefcase down on the side table beside the brass lamp.

“I’m going for a short walk before dinner,” he said, reaching for his coat by the door.