“Be careful, Nathan,” I said.

“I am,” he said. “Get to your lawyer’s office. Call me when the papers are filed.”

The line went dead.

I lowered the phone and stared at the dark screen.

The cab driver caught my eye in the rearview mirror.

“Almost there, ma’am,” he said, turning the wheel.

“Thank you,” I said.

The cab pulled up to the curb in front of a tall, dark glass tower.

I paid the driver in cash, counting out three wet twenty-dollar bills from my wallet.

The wind caught my coat as I stepped out onto the sidewalk.

The air in Miami was warm and heavy, thick with the scent of incoming salt water and exhaust fumes.

I walked through the revolving doors into the lobby.

The floor was white marble, polished so brightly that it reflected the yellow lights of the ceiling.

My heels made a sharp, clicking sound on the stone.

The security guard at the desk looked up and nodded.

“Forty-second floor,” he said, pointing to the elevator bank.

I pressed the silver button for the elevator.