Chapter 26: The Man Behind The Glass
The request came on a Thursday morning.
I was at the kitchen table with my laptop and a cup of coffee that had gone cold twenty minutes ago when my phone buzzed with a message from a number I didn’t recognize — not the unknown number kind, not the threatening middle of the night kind, just an ordinary number I hadn’t saved.
Ms. Voss. My client Julian Reyes has requested a meeting. He says you’ll understand why. — D. Hartley, Legal Counsel.
I read it twice.
Put my phone face down on the table.
Picked it up and read it again.
Then I sat with it for a moment — with the specific feeling of a message that has arrived at an ordinary Thursday morning and made it immediately something else. The particular quality of Julian Reyes, even in custody, even wi
