Part Eight: The Question Delphine Sawicki Did Not Ask Me

In the third week of January, Delphine Sawicki asked me to come to her office on forty-eight, which had never happened.

She was sixty-one.

She had been general counsel of Bramhall Industrial for fourteen years and a lawyer for thirty-six, and she had two grown sons and a photograph of a sailboat on the wall and a reputation, which I have since had confirmed by four people, as one of the most careful lawyers in the state.

She closed the door and she said: “Mr.