Make it a tradition.”

“I’d like that,” I said, and turned to look out the window at the clouds, so that he would not see my face.

Chapter 17 — The Gate at O’Hare

When the plane touched down and the cabin chimed and people began to stand and pull their bags from the overhead bins, I felt my heart go very slow and very loud.

Julian lifted down his leather briefcase — the one that, I would later learn, held copies of the very documents that would help convict him — and grinned at me.