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faded grey and draped down over pale blue tights. On her, the outfit looked regal. She asked, “So are you going to tell me why we’re here?”
    Trent pointed at the glass wall directly in front of them. On the other side were a trio of squash courts. “We need to speak to that man.”
    â€œWhich one?”
    â€œThe tall one with dark hair.”
    â€œWho is he?”
    â€œA corporate lawyer.”
    She shot another look. “In case you missed the fact, I’m actually in the business school. Where there just happens to be several lawyers. People I know. And who know me.”
    â€œNo,” Trent replied. “It has to be this attorney.”
    â€œOh.” She crossed her arms. “Well, that clears up everything, doesn’t it.”
    â€œI know you have questions.”
    â€œOh, and that’s supposed to make me feel better?”
    â€œWhat you need to do is treat this like an experiment.”
    â€œAs in, I sit on a petri dish while you poke and prod? I don’t think so.”
    Trent liked that. He liked her spirit. He liked how she fought to keepher nerves under control. He especially liked how she was willing to come over here with him.
    â€œWhat are you grinning at?”
    â€œWhen he comes off the court, go over and speak with him.”
    â€œYou’re not coming with me?”
    â€œNo. You have to do this alone.”
    â€œWhy?”
    Trent pressed against the table. He saw the flicker of alarm in her gaze. He forced himself back in his chair, keeping his distance, holding his voice to a calm that was itself a lie. “Do this one thing. Please. Go over and show him the paper and tell him what I’ve told you. If it goes like . . . He should agree to work with us on the spot.”
    â€œWhat, a corporate attorney who’s never seen me before will accept us as clients on the basis of a howdy-do?”
    â€œYes. And tell him that we’re broke and he won’t be paid until we are. He will agree to accept payment on a contingency basis.”
    â€œThat,” the woman said, “is impossible.”
    â€œI know. But if it happens like I say, I’ll tell you everything. And you’ll believe me, precisely because it has happened. If it doesn’t, well, I’m sorry for wasting your time, and I promise I’ll never bother you again.”
    She started to say something, but the squash court’s glass door banged open. She eyeballed the man laughing his way toward the café’s main counter. “What’s his name?”
    Trent’s voice sounded strangled to his own ears. “I have no idea.”
    He expected her to bolt then. She had every reason to. Instead, she flashed a grin as fleeting as her glances and rose to her feet. “That makes about as much sense as me standing here.”
    Trent watched her approach the man and thought, The lady has a fabulous smile.

7
    B rett traveled to Rome nine days ago,” Charlie said to Dor Jen. “You offered him the chance to do some cutting-edge research. Work that Gabriella would never have approved.”
    Elizabeth spoke for the first time. “Brett told me he was going glacier skiing.”
    â€œBrett lied. He traveled down to see Dor Jen. Isn’t that right.”
    With slow, deliberate motions, Dor Jen set down her utensils and pushed her plate aside.
    â€œI found this very interesting.” Charlie held to a very calm tone. “Brett’s research has been very tightly focused. Isn’t that right, Dor Jen.”
    The Tibetan did not respond.
    â€œHis goal has always been the same, ever since he first met up with Gabriella. His aim has been to use these experiments to prove, once and for all, some of the most contentious issues related to human brain activities. Brett decided that if he could develop evidence that our experiments operate beyond time, removed from time, then he couldintroduce our work as evidence that human