CHAPTER 51Suter’s desk and two chairs were the primary focus of his tiny office that could have easily been located in an insurance firm. Except for a couple framed certificates that appeared to be awards or diplomas, the walls were unadorned. After the conclusion of the funeral, he had led Mara back to the dressing room to put away the robes, and then they had come to this room. He sat behind the desk, and Mara took one of the chairs and laid her arm alongside the front of the desk, nervously tapping her fingers on the fake wood grain.
“Explain to me what happened in there,” Suter said.
“Like I said, it’s a long story,” Mara said. “Don’t worry. Nobody was hurt. They won’t even be aware that they lost a few minutes of time.”
“It’s important that you explain to me what occurred in the lu
