My hand was on the handle, and then the handle was turning.

Heads came up.

Gavin looked at me, and his face did something I had never seen it do in front of a client: nothing at all.

Eleanor Halston stood.

Her chair slid back an inch on the carpet, and she came around the table without hurrying, past both lawyers.

One of them half rose and thought better of it.

She put her arms around me.

Wool and cough drops, her hands still cool through my jacket.