I awoke Friday morning eager to learn about Ilene’s Thursday, the one I’d skipped, on which William surely must have been looking for me. After not calling back on Wednesday, he’d left messages in both my office voice mail and my Agency cell phone system on Thursday, neither of them sounding happy about my unavailability. A perverse part of my brain wanted to retort that I’d spent two hours with him, on Thursday, at a briefing he didn’t remember attending. William’s tolerance for my odd behavior wasn’t unlimited. I was contemplating how to handle that when Henry called to add fuel to the fire. “Glad I caught you, Dylan. I thought you’d want to know – William called my office looking for you yesterday. I told him you were working down in the archives, where there’s no cell phone reception, and you’d be heading home when you were done. I said you left word that you’d call him this morning after you got back. Was that okay?”
