“Take your time,” Molly whispered. “We will be right here.”

I drove downtown, the heater in my car blowing dry air against my face.

The executive legal offices were located in a modern brick building near the Pearl Street Mall.

I parked in the underground garage and took the elevator to the fourth floor.

The lobby was quiet, decorated with large landscape photographs of the Flatirons.

Jennifer was already waiting for me in the reception area.

She wore a navy blue blazer and carried a thick leather briefcase.

“Are you ready?” she asked, looking at me closely.

“Yes,” I said.

“Brent is already inside with his attorney, Mr. Vance,” she said.

“Is his mother with him?” I asked.

“No,” Jennifer said. “Diane tried to get into the building, but security turned her away since she is not a party to the suit.”

I felt a small sense of relief as we walked down the carpeted hallway.

Jennifer opened the door to Conference Room B.

The room had a large mahogany table, high-backed leather chairs, and a window overlooking the mountains.

Brent sat at the far end of the table.