COLE
I found out from Dmitri. Of course I did.
We were in the weight room at 7 AM, early enough that the facility was still quiet. Dmitri was doing pull-ups with the calm, mechanical rhythm of a man who could do them in his sleep and possibly had. I was working the cable machine with my right arm, keeping the left shoulder out of it, running through the modified program I’d built to maintain strength without aggravating the tear.
Dmitri dropped off the bar, wiped his hands, and said, without preamble: “Jake asked the doctor to dinner.”
My hand slipped off the cable handle.
“What.”
“Last night. After hours. In the corridor by the elevator.” Dmitri picked up his water bottle. “Henderson heard it from Gutierrez, who was still in the training room. Sound carries in this building.”
“What
