Adrian's POV
I stood on the pavement for longer than I needed to.
Then I went upstairs and called Marcus, not because I had anything to tell him but because I needed to do something with my hands and calling Marcus was productive.
He picked up on the second ring. "How was dinner?"
"Good."
A pause. "That's it?"
"That's it." I set my keys on the counter. "The Singapore documentation — did Chen confirm receipt from the incoming team?"
"Adrian."
"Yes or no."
"Yes. Confirmed at six." Another pause. "You're not going to tell me anything."
"There's nothing to tell." I looked at the window. "Goodnight, Marcus."
I hung up.
I didn't sleep well. Not badly — just with the particular alertness of someone whose mind had decided sleep was optional. I lay there and thought about nothing specif
