The office door closed behind them and the noise of the floor disappeared entirely.

Henry walked to his desk but didn't sit. He stood behind it with his hands loose at his sides and looked at Lindsay without saying anything. He had learned a long time ago that silence was the most efficient way to make someone talk or show you exactly who they were. And with him most people couldn't hold it for more than thirty seconds.

Lindsay lasted twenty.

"I want you to know," she started, her chin at that angle she used when she was performing composure, "that everything I did came from a genuine place. I...