The address Richard had written for me wasn't far from the city centre.
A brass plaque beside the entrance listed three firms.
The one I wanted occupied the second floor.
The receptionist smiled politely.
"Do you have an appointment?"
"I do. Avalan Hayes."
She checked her screen.
"Mr Fenwick will see you shortly."
The waiting area was quiet enough that every page turning sounded louder than it should.
Five minutes later, an older man opened the inner door.
"Ms Hayes?"
I stood.
"Thank you for agreeing to meet me."
He gave a small nod.
"I agreed to hear your question."
Hear it. Not necessarily answer it.
His office was lined with shelves instead of certificates. Case files filled most of them.
He waited until I sat before taking the chair opposite.
"What would you like to k
