Chapter 6: Julian

I don't remember getting out of the car. I remember Benny's hand closing hard around my elbow and his voice saying, "Nora. Nora, who is that—" And I remember the door opening, and Julian Voss stepping out in a beautiful coat with a beautiful haircut and that easy, boyish, reasonable smile that had fooled two law firms, one police department, and me. "There she is," he said. "You look great. The city suits you." "How did you find me?" "You used your real license number on a New York work...