Marco came on a Monday.
He called ahead, which he did when the information required the person receiving it to be stationary rather than between things, and I registered the fact of the call-ahead and what it implied before he said a word about the contents. He arrived at the penthouse at six in the evening with the file under his arm and the expression he had when the information was the kind that changed the texture of a room.
Damian and I were both there. This had become the unremarked arrangement of evenings, the penthouse as the place we ended up, separately or together, because Ethan was there and Ethan was where both of us oriented. Marco did not comment on the domestic quality of it. He sat down and put the file on the coffee table.
"The new surveillance package from our contrac
