Then he leaned back slightly in his chair — the specific posture of a man making himself comfortable in a space that wasn’t designed for comfort, performing ease in the specific way he performed everything.
“You think I’m finished,” he said.
“You are finished,” I said. “Your campaign is documented. Your plea agreement has been reopened. Nolan’s cooperation removed the last structural support you had.” I held his gaze. “You’re finished, Julian.”
“Nolan’s cooperation,” he said. The words with a specific weight on them — not bitter, not angry. The flat, considered weight of a man filing information. “Nolan cooperated.”
“Fully,” I said.
Something moved behind his eyes. Fast and private, gone before it fully formed. “Nolan told me he would never —” He stopped.
“Nolan told you a great many
