“Nora,” Daniel’s voice said, sounding hollow and completely stripped of professional confidence.

“Did you check the files, Daniel?” I asked.

“I checked them,” he said.

I looked at Grant, who was now watching me, his eyes tracking the phone in my hand.

“And?” I asked.

“I am standing in the lobby of the federal building,” Daniel said. “I am submitting the withdrawal paperwork now.”

I lowered the phone from my ear.

The line was dead.

Grant was watching me, his chest rising and falling rapidly under his wet wool coat.

“What did he say, Nora?” Grant asked.

His voice was stripped of its usual arrogance.

“He is withdrawing, Grant,” I said.

Philip took a step forward, his leather shoes splashing in a puddle on the dark asphalt.

“What do you mean, withdrawing?” Philip asked, his voice cracking. “He’s our lead counsel.”

“He was your counsel,” I said. “Not anymore.”

The police officer looked at his partner, then back at Grant.

“Mr. Mercer, we need you to come with us to the precinct,” the officer said.

“There are federal agents waiting to speak with you regarding the corporate subpoena.”