Saturday arrived. Crane's termination was confirmed for Friday, which had gone exactly as legally predicted, quietly, without scene, with the particular deflation of a man who'd expected more confrontation and got clean paperwork instead. Security had his access revoked before he reached the elevator. I'd watched it on the building feed and felt nothing except the tired clarity of something finished.
Holloway had not called back.
Which meant Claire had been right. He was reading, not moving. And I'd given him nothing to read.
I told her that Friday evening over coffee and she'd said "good" and gone back to her book and I'd stood in the kitchen thinking about how much I wanted that — someone who received information without needing to perform a reaction to it.
Saturday morning she was u
