said Lee. Novak slowly turned toward him. His face was slack. Eyes dull. His hair was even more askew than normal. He had shaved unevenly. “Are you okay?” asked Lee. “Am I okay? Am I okay?” said Novak. “How are you? After your close brush.” “I’m great…now,” said Lee. “I was very lucky. But you look like…well…you look like crap, Walter.” Novak stared down at his hands. “I’m tired…just so tired,” he said. “Haven’t been sleeping well. I’d been talking with my lawyers. They are keeping up this…this unrelenting assault. I’ve lost track of the lawsuits. The press conferences. They’re threatening…I don’t know. Criminal charges. They’re talking about forcing me to go to Louisiana.” “They’re desperate, Walter,” said Lee. “They’re losing control. They’re lashing out however they can at this stage. I told you this would happen. We need to stand up to them. Otherwise, they’ll crush you. They’ll crush Megan. We’re in a war here.” Walter nodded. He glanced up, held Lee’s eyes for a second, and then looked down at the floor again. “I know…I know…I know,”
