A Trace of Smoke, Excerpt 22

CHAPTER 3

 On Friday, before I met him, I had sketched Boris in the courtroom.  At first he had looked tender as he’d bent to talk to Trudi. His look had been so touching that I had turned to a blank page.  I sketched broad strokes with my charcoal pencil, trying to capture the protective arc of his arm as it went around her shoulders, the tilt of his head toward her. His tailored navy blue suit sat on him like a second skin. I guessed he worked as a banker or a lawyer.  Someone used to money.  S