31 NoraThe metal and melamine table in front of Nora bore no resemblance to the furniture she’d admired yesterday at the Harper family farm.
The espresso-colored top was the size and shape of a standard door and rested on steel poles. The floor ends were coated in rust-colored rubber.
It was a close match for the metal shelf unit hugging the end wall in the Center’s only room large enough to hold all four participants at her nine o’clock meeting. Plus ATF Agent Rob McKenzie’s super-sensitive documents.
She hoped the setting was official enough for Rob.
Quinn called this space the law library. A joke, since the shelves had never held any lawbooks.
Today, she spotted containers of ink and toner for the printer, a bottle of lemon oil furniture polish, an economy-size plastic squirt bottl
