Chapter 19

Nolan asked to meet me one last time. He asked my lawyer to arrange a brief meeting in a neutral conference room instead of approaching me at work. I agreed. It was a quiet Tuesday morning. I sat at one end of a long glass table. Nolan walked in. He looked different. The arrogance was completely gone. The defensive posture was gone. He looked older. He looked incredibly tired. He sat down across from me. He placed a thick manila folder on the glass table. He brought no gift, only the folder. "I...