But his heart was beating faster now and the folder on his knee felt heavier than it had a moment ago, more significant, in a way he couldn’t explain and couldn’t shake. Something was wrong. He didn’t know what. But it had Margaret’s name on it and he was done sitting in this chair. He stood up.
Cindy saw him and was on her feet immediately, moving toward him with the quick stride of someone trying to get ahead of something. “Mr. Boone, if you’ll just give me a moment —” But Elias was already at the corridor door. He pushed through it, walked to the end of the hall, and opened Fitch’s door without knocking.