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“Silas?”

“Yeah.”

“What did you do?”

“Why does it have to be something?”

“That sounds guilty.”

“It sounds like I’m getting dressed.”

“You’ve been getting dressed for thirty seconds with one arm in a sleeve.”

He finally faces me. “You planning to narrate the rest of it?”

“Depends how interesting you make it.”

Brick looks between us. “What’d Vane want?”

Mack pulls the shirt down. “No idea.”

“Bullshit,” Brick says.

“Thank you,” I tell him.

Mack points at both of us. “Children.”

“You’re the one being summoned upstairs.”

“Which is why I’m leaving.”

He grabs his jacket while the room keeps moving around him. Roman starts in on Kowalski again, Brick reaches for somebody else’s water, and Turner comes through the doorway with a roll of tape between his teeth.

Nobody asks Mack anything else.

I pull the rest of the tape loose. When he reaches the door, I call his name.

He turns.

I almost ask.

Instead I point at his pants. “Zip.”

He looks down.

“Fuck you.”

Brick starts laughing before Mack even fixes it. Mack flips me off and disappears into the hallway.

The strip of tape in my hand tears crooked. I wad it up and throw it at the bin.

Miss.

Kowalski looks over.

I point at him. “Not a word.”

“Didn’t say anything.”