His eyes closed just long enough for a few choice swear words in the sanctity of his mind before he turned to Jakob with a deceptively tepid smile. “They say if you live long enough you’ll see everything. What could you possibly need my help with? And don’t say Anja. I haven’t spoken to her in months.” That wasn’t strictly true. They’d been corresponding regularly, he simply hadn’t allowed himself the sweet torture of her voice, figuring his longing would fade in time. So far it hadn’t. Ignoring his sarcasm, Jakob forged on. “I wish you to find Carys.” Bishop turned back to his computer. “Not interested. Sorry you had to come all this way, but I’m done with that part of my life. Good luck though, you crazy kids deserve each other.” “It makes little difference to me where your interests lie. You will assist me in this because I command it.” The sheer amount of condescending self-entitlement in Jakob’s voice made the vein in his head feel like it was about to explode, but Bishop struggled to keep a civil tone. “I can’t do that, I have a job to do here. A job you insisted I take, as I recall it. Otherwise I’d be…”
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