I put the phone face down on the table.
Then I pick it up again and look at the timestamp on the message. Eleven forty-seven. Dominic left the room at eleven forty-five. Two minutes. She sent it two minutes after I said I wanted to meet her and before he finished dialing her number.
Which means there is a device in this room.
I look at Nora. She's watching my face and she's already understood because she's the kind of person who gets there fast.
I write on the back of her folder in pen. "Device in the room. Don't speak."
She reads it. She nods once.
I stand up and look around the study the way I've learned to look at rooms in the last three weeks. Slow. Left to right. Not for the obvious things. For the things that look like they belong but arrived recently.
The desk is old. The boo
