Chapter 27
Nora's POV
Robert Finch arrived at ten o'clock exactly. He was younger than I expected. Late twenties, maybe thirty at a stretch, with nervous hands that he kept clasping and unclasping as Julian's assistant showed him into the meeting room.
He was dressed neatly but without confidence, the way someone dresses when they are trying to look credible but don't entirely believe they are.
He sat down across from me and looked at the table first, then at me, then at the table again.
"Mr. Finch," I said. "Thank you for coming."
"Thank you for seeing me," he said. His voice was steadier than his hands suggested it would be.
I had asked Julian to wait outside for this one. I had thought about it over the weekend and decided that Robert Finch had chosen to reach out to me directly
