CHAPTER THREE
Camille sat in a lounge-style chair in the waiting area, going through her approach in her head. She was about to pitch a tricky bit of business to a new director and it had the potential to go rather badly. She'd either come off as self-important and egotistical or eager and caring. Quite frankly, she wasn't sure if she wanted McCutcheon viewing her as any of these.
The visit to her father had been depressing, but surprisingly insightful. More than that, Camille had left his house with a feeling of confirmation. For years, she'd always wondered what it might be like to re-open her sister's case. She had no delusions about finding pleasing answers at the end of it, but that wasn't the reasoning behind it anyway. No, she simply wanted to provide Nanette with a sense of justi
