“I’d like my attorney present before I answer anything further.”

“You’re not being interrogated, Dr.

Fenwick,” Cordell said.

“You’re being arrested.”

The cuffs closed around his wrists, and even then he did not lose the reasonable voice.

He spoke to the officers about lawyers and reputations and the enormous mistake they were all making, in the confident cadence of a man who had never in his life faced a consequence that money and charm could not eventually dissolve, and who fully expected this to be another.