“So, what are your plans?” Henry asked a good hour later. He’d turned down Matthew’s offer for a second coffee, but had accepted a glass of water in its place. He’d spent the last ten minutes turning the glass on its own ring of condensation. Methodically following the circular path, a quarter turn at a time. Not once had he let it slip out of line. The process reminded Matthew of a quote about how folks take control wherever they can find it.
“It’s not like the two of you, or even the lot of you if Vaughn throws in his bunch, can pull off a hostile takeover of the Center. And from what you’ve told me, it sounds like they’re damn near sanctioned to get away with murder. How are you going to stop the project?”
Matthew’s gaze felt stuck on Henry’s water glass; as if Henry was hypnotizing h
