Chapter 16
Nora's POV
Christine Wald agreed to meet on a Friday afternoon. Julian had reached her through a mutual professional contact, keeping my name out of it until the last possible moment.
When Christine found out who was requesting the meeting, Julian said she had gone very quiet for several seconds before agreeing.
We met at a small, private restaurant on the west side of the city. Not the kind of place journalists frequented. Dark wood walls, low lighting, tables spaced far enough apart that conversations stayed contained.
I arrived twenty minutes early and chose a corner table near the back of the café, the kind of seat that let me see both the entrance and the street through the rain-streaked windows. My back stayed against the wall while I wrapped both hands around a gla
