The law offices of Harrison & Cole occupied the thirty-first floor of a glass tower in the financial district, and by the time Emily arrived the rain was coming down in earnest, drumming on the roof of the cab, racing in rivulets along the curbs. She paid the driver, stepped out, and stood for a moment on the sidewalk with the rain falling around her, looking up at the building. Then she went inside.
The conference room they had been assigned was long and formal, with a mahogany table that could seat twenty people and a set of windows that looked out over the rain-soaked city. The leather chairs smelled new and faintly chemical. There was a carafe of coffee on a side table that no one had touched. Emily sat down on her side of the table, placed her bag on the floor beside her feet, and rested her hands in her lap, and she waited.