The last time Margaux Ashford came to this building she had walked in unannounced, found Jamie in the corridor, and asked him quietly where she could find Nia Calloway. Nobody had known she was coming. Nobody had arranged it. She had seen the article on a Saturday morning and had been on a flight to Chicago by Sunday evening and had walked through the service entrance at the back because the press was still circling and additional attention was the last thing the situation needed.
That visit had ended with Nia accepting her first confession.
Today she came through the front entrance.
She did not announce herself at the desk. She simply walked in silver haired, cream coat, the kind of presence that did not require introduction in rooms that already knew who she was and crossed the lobby
