Lucas and I were almost at the building’s exit when I saw him.
Adrian was standing near the far wall of the corridor, jacket on, no assistant, no Daniel,
just him leaning slightly against the wall with his arms crossed and his eyes on me in the
way he has of watching things he is trying to fully understand. He straightened when he
saw me look over.
I stopped walking.
Lucas, who had been mid-sentence about the procedural implications of the cross-examination,
stopped too. He looked at Adrian. He looked at me. He made the particular assessment
that Lucas makes when he is deciding whether a situation requires him or not, concluded
it did not, and said: “I’ll get the car,” with the briskness of a man who has made this
calculation many times and is comfortable with the outcome.
He wa
