erling & Hayes was a cat

ptionist. "I'm Ms. Stone. I have a ten

ard. She frowned. Mr. Reynolds's calendar was clea

ne," Sarah said. "P

sharp suit emerged f

id, relieved. "This is Ms. S

a hand. "Mr. Reynolds. A p

rised, but he shook her ha

Dove's high, theatrical v

t's been

from a more secluded corridor. He was tall, with dark hai

acting as if they were old fr

y eyes flickered past her and landed on the scene by the reception desk:

e entire situati

s chest. "Mr. Hudson. I'm Darius Lloyd

e. "My schedule is quite full,"

, you're not actually planning on hiring Kevin, are you?" She practically spat the na

d. Kevin Reynold

le floor-just for a second. Something passed between them. Recognition? Cur

r. Reynolds, is there somewh

on-dollar case, dropped right into hi

sturing toward his offic

way, a flicker of somethi

is that woman. If you take our case, all of Lloyd G

assive, bl

Mr. Lloyd, as I said, there are procedures. Pleas

e, leaving Darius and Dove standing in th

front desk. "Sarah," he said quietly. "In five minutes, em

ence, waiting for the rig