Chapter 9
The next day, I get to my office early, planning on writing a preliminary report for the Count now that I have some solid leads. David’s already there. Raven really needs to stop giving him the code to the door. Instead of his normal ostentatious headgear he’s wearing a black beret. And a black shirt and black pants. As the door closes behind me, he steps closer. Instead of his usual clumsy, exaggerated motions, he uses the exaggerated motions of clumsy pantomime. I’m forced to remind myself, yet again, that I’m not his father.
“Hi, David,” I say. “Long time no see.”
“I’ve been busy,” he says. He picks his words carefully, like they’re the only safe path through a minefield.
It’s obvious he’s been hanging around the Brotherhood, but this turn to simple, understandable English
