Claire Weston arrived on a Tuesday.
Lena did not know who she was at first. She was in the lobby waiting for the elevator when the woman walked through the main doors and she noticed her the way you noticed certain people, not because they demanded it but because they moved through a space like they had already decided how it would receive them.
She was tall. Dark hair cut clean at her jaw. A coat that was the kind of simple that cost a great deal. She spoke to the front desk without looking around the lobby the way people did when they were new to a building and she was given a visitor badge without any of the usual questions, which meant she was expected.
Lena got in the elevator.
She found out who Claire Weston was from Sandra forty minutes later, relayed as pure logistics, no subte
