Thirty-sixGrand Cayman Island › Sunday, December 7, 2008 › 21h00
Jayson unconsciously rubbed his left shoulder as he issued Plan B instructions to his allies gathered around him. To Tanner he said, “Call Stanford first thing in the morning. Tell him you want to meet up, late afternoon. I’m sure he’ll be thrilled to hear from a literary agent, as unlikely as that would be in the real world. Keep the call brief; don’t reveal anything that he might share with you-know-who.”
Tanner rubbed his bristly cheeks with his palms, then ran his fingers into his hair and interlaced them like he was trying to assist gravity. “You’re sure about this . . . huh?”
Jayson gave a nod. “I’m sure.”
They returned to the galley. Jayson grabbed a bottle of water from the fridge, then sat down at the island. He
