“Have you?” Evelyn asked, her voice sharp and legalistic.

Nathan looked at her, his expression entirely empty of fear.

“I didn’t sign your forms, Evelyn,” Nathan said.

Evelyn slowly closed her laptop halfway, her brow furrowing.

“Nathan, we discussed this,” she said.

“If you do not cooperate with the internal investigation, the board will have no choice but to name you as a co-conspirator in the SEC filing.”

“I know,” Nathan said.

He picked up his phone, finally sliding his thumb across the glass to silence the ringer.

He did not put it back in his pocket.

He laid it face up between us.

“I didn’t sign your forms because I didn’t need to,” Nathan said to Evelyn.

He looked at me, his eyes softening just a fraction.

“I went to the federal building in Seattle yesterday morning, Claire.”

The room became very quiet, save for the faint hum of the air conditioning.

Outside, the rain streaked horizontally across the glass.

“What did you do, Nathan?” I asked.

My voice sounded thin, even to my own ears.

“I met with the Assistant United States Attorney,” Nathan said.