Ellington is waiting for us.
Around the bend, where we overheard Conlan
and Ramsey talking earlier, Ellington squats on the ground against
the wall, his head leaning back against the cold steel and his arms
stretched out, resting on his knees. When we round the corner, his
head lolls to one side and he looks up at us, at all of us, and
then his gaze finds Conlan. Something in his expressionless face
makes the younger man stumble to a stop. “Ben,” he sighs,
breathless. “Did you change the security code again? He’s got the
drug—”
“Seth changed it,” Ellington replies.
“I don’t know what it is.”
Dylan looks at me, Now what? I see
the question shining in his eyes. “You don’t—” Conlan starts,
confused.
“It’s what’s best,” Ellington tells
him. He doesn’t rise to his feet, doesn’t
