No one in that room was worried.

That was what I sat there with.

They weren’t angry, and they weren’t even smug.

They were relaxed, the way people relax when the job is done and the money is on its way and the papers are signed.

Two hundred a night came to fourteen hundred a week.

In the hotel safe, next to my laptop, was a manila folder, and in it a property settlement page with nothing on it except my name at the top.

On Monday morning I had a nine o’clock with David and a list of questions I hadn’t gotten around to writing down.