I’d been able to pretty well avoid thinking about him for much of Sunday, but seeing his message pulled me right back in. I wasn’t sure whether I hoped he’d had another call from Patrick, or if I hoped he hadn’t. “Kev,” I said when I heard his voice. “What’s up? Any more…calls?” “Two. Can you come over? We have to talk.” “Sure. I’ll be over as soon as I can.” C.C. entered just as I was hanging up. He’d been pretty subdued since the shelter explosion, and while he was still all business, some of the arrogant bluster seemed to be missing. But there was still enough of the old C.C. for him to manage to pretend I didn’t exist. He marched past me without a word and went into his office. Without bothering to notify C.C., I told the secretary I’d be at the shelter, and left. * Workmen had rebuilt the blown-out wall, and the dining room had been completely repainted; it looked good. R&D Contractors had mysteriously gone from the scene, the insurance company preferring to recommend another firm for the work.
