WHEN WILL ENTERED the main boardroom on the second floor, few lights showed in the neighboring towers. Not surprising at four AM. Inside, two security guards flanked the door. Adi sat at the head of the long maple table that dominated the room. Arms folded, face stern, she nodded at him, then turned back to their two visitors.
At the opposite end, as far from Adi as possible, Case slumped in a chair, head back, eyes closed. She looked exhausted. Her hair was wet, and she wore different clothes. Different but familiar—a July Talk t-shirt and baggy jeans.
When he entered, her head came up. Their eyes locked. Something twitched at the corner of her mouth. A smile? Whatever it was, it died as her head dropped back against the chair.
Halfway between Case and Adi, his back to the windows, fac
