Chapter 27
Xavier stirred. I looked at him. No, I inspected him. I pictured him with longer hair, and glasses. I’d have to ask Elena, who had a better memory, but I knew from the f*******: photos that Xavier competed in moot court. We beat his team of four to make it to the finals in Elena’s and my final year of law school. There was probably a photo of the last four teams somewhere.
Xavier shifted in the bed, then said my name.
The phone rang and I almost dropped it. On the second ring, I answered. ”Hello.”
“Agent Gooding?”
“Hold on.” I shook Xavier. “Hey, phone call. Wake up.” I tried to disconnect the plug, but the way the cord wrapped required Xavier to get up from his side of the bed to sit by the chair, closest to me. As he did so, I noticed he had an obvious, very large morning
