r, took the microphone, and said, "Thank yo

e commotion. The crowd parted for him like the Red Sea

arm and steady on my arm. He looked down at me, his eyes fi

ar in the quiet room. Then he looked up, his gaze falling o

Andrew to me and back again, his mind

.. you know this woman? She's...

s my stepsister, Mr. Lester. She has a history of erratic behavior.

to ice. The warmth vanished from his eyes, replaced by a chillin

directly a

Mrs. Scott, I am not the

owd, his voice resonating with an auth

now," he announced, "this is

the room. Matthew looked as i

tectural historian whose groundbreaking research is the very corner