Terminal Four
The letterhead is engraved.
It looks like the law.
It was delivered by a lawyer. Not mailed.
Russell Tannehill sat across a table from Evelyn Tarrant in a conference room on the twenty-ninth of May and put it in front of her and explained it to her, in a low, regretful voice, for about twenty minutes.
It had a real signature on it. Which is the whole thing.
She knew my handwriting.