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Will had given Dale the weekend off. He had no reason to worry. His throat tightened anyway. Nothing happy came after can we talk.
Maybe Will had seen Dale wandering around the convention and decided that if he was going to stay at the conference, he could work the DNS table Sunday. Or maybe someone had reported a problem. Dale hadn’t checked his email for over an hour, anything could have broken.
“Chain.” Dale forced a swallow through the knot in his throat. “Imena. Thanks for the game. Another one later?”
“Any time,” Chain said.
“Until then,” Imena said.
Dale heaved his backpack on. “What’s going on, Boss?” Something not good didn’t have to be bad.
Will turned away from the noise of the lobby and started walking, letting Dale fall in beside him. “I’m surprised you’re still here
