Chapter Thirty-Eight
Facing Choices
Robert Myers was dead tired. It had been another busy twenty-four hours, with less than one-eighth of those spent napping. At least this time he was able to shower and change his clothes before reporting to the Downings.
Once again there were four of them present in Alexander’s office: himself, Reinhart and the two clients. It had taken continuous convincing to keep Talia at bay all yesterday while they ran their surveillance, and distilling it all down into a representative sample of their findings had kept Myers up half the night. Now that it was nine a.m. there was no restraining the mother. Red-eyed as well, either from tears, her own sleepless night or an indulgence in high quality weed, she eschewed the shaking of hands and taking of seats to re
