Luna assumed it was the guards, was surprised to look through the peephole and see Keller himself standing there. She reluctantly opened the door and realized he was standing next to a cart with dinner plates. “You worked late. I figured you didn’t take time to eat,” he said, and she moved aside to let him pass, fighting the urge to ask for Rocio. Keller had a motive for coming here tonight, and she’d prove to Bishop she could play it cool and deal with it. “Thanks. It smells great,” she said. “The car’s coming along nicely.” He sat down at the table. “Please, sit and eat. I’ve already had supper, but I’d like to keep you company.” She nodded and did as he requested. After a few minutes, she was unable to hold it in, asked, point-blank, “What does Bishop really do for you?” “Haven’t you asked him?” “Yes.”
