He took two sheets of paper out of it and put them on the table and turned them around, and Nell leaned over them and looked, the way children look at anything an adult puts in front of them.

From nine inches of extra height at forty feet through a dirty window I could see that they were printed pages with a grid of photographs on them.

Four across.

Headshots, with text under each one.

I know what those pages were now, because I have seen them since.

They were printouts of the leadership page of my own firm’s website and the leadership page of a firm in Boston called Halvorsen Bray, printed on a home printer on the fourteenth of the previous month.

He asked her something.