Priya Nair's office at eight AM on a Wednesday looked like a room that had been working through the night, because it had been.
Documents on every surface. Three legal pads filled and stacked. A coffee machine consulted so many times it looked personally affronted. Priya was at the head of the table in yesterday's clothes, which on any other person would have suggested disarray and on Priya simply suggested she had made an efficient decision about priorities.
She accepted my mother's container before saying a single word of greeting.
"Sit," Priya said.
We sat.
She opened the top legal pad.
"The three-party agreement," she said. "Signed by Robert Cole, Edward Ashford, and Adaeze Vale forty-two years ago. I have reviewed the original, which Damien's team scanned and sent to me at eleve
