We didn't go back to Reyes.
I made a decision in the lobby of the federal building at five forty-five PM that the information Noah had just delivered was significant, was going to require considerable resources to address, and would still be true in the morning. I forwarded Noah's findings to Reyes with a single message at Eight AM. Add this to the agenda and put my phone in my bag.
Adrian watched me do it. "We're still going to dinner."
"We're still going to dinner," I confirmed.
He held the door.
The penthouse when we arrived was a different place than the one we'd left.
Marcus had done what Marcus did, transforming a functional apartment into something that felt inhabited by people who were glad to be in the same room. There were candles which he'd found somewhere in the kitchen
