Spectators milled outside the hearing room. The bailiff opened the big doors from the inside, and they all filed in.
Eli stood talking with Keiko and checked his watch. Ten minutes to gavel, and Ferrara was always prompt.
“We haven’t been able to say much to each other,” Eli said. “I mean, of a personal nature.”
“Of a personal nature?” She smiled. “I love it when you talk dirty. But to be honest, I’m not sure yet what there is to say. You have enough to think about getting through all this. After we know what’s what, you can buy me a glass of wine and tell me why you think you dumped me.”
How about a bottle, or maybe two?
On the other side of the gleaming marble hallway, Nichols was conferring with Torres.
As if cued by some movie director, the elevator door beside them opened, and o
