The Monday morning sun over Seattle broke through a light veil of Pacific mist, bathing the forty-second floor of the Columbia Center in golden amber light. Stepping off the elevator, Nora Sterling carried a small cardboard box containing her favorite German drafting rulers, a small succulent in a ceramic pot, and her framed sketch of the Puget Sound shoreline. Where Victoria Cross's name had once gleamed in polished brass beside…
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