تسجيل الدخولXena."Sit down, Miss Cross, I'm ninety and I'm not standing up again for anybody."He was on the aisle in the second row with a cane hooked over the bench in front of him and a folded newspaper on his knee, and the gallery was still empty behind him at half past twelve.I sat down across the aisle. Dante stayed in the doorway."Your man can come in," Halloway said. "He can stand there if it makes him feel useful, but he can come in.""He's fine where he is.""Yale, isn't it." Halloway didn't turn round. "I knew his grandfather. Wretched man. Used to bid on things at auction he didn't want, purely so other people couldn't have them.""That tracks," Dante said.Halloway unfolded the newspaper and folded it again along a different crease, which seemed to be a thing his hands did while the rest of him worked."I've read your grandfather's letter four times since a quarter to eight," he said. "The one about his name. Is it authentic?""It's in his hand. I've seen the original through glas
Xena."You're the Cross girl."The clerk hadn't looked up from her terminal, and I hadn't given her a name."I'm sorry?""Cardigan pocket." She tipped her chin at a folded printout on the counter beside her elbow. "Your face was in the packet they sent round at seven. Media protocol. I've been told not to answer questions and to give you the index if you asked for it.""Who sent a packet round about my face?""Above my pay grade." She clicked twice. "You want to watch it or not? Because I'm doing it at nine either way and I'd rather not have you leaning over the counter when I do."I stepped back a foot. "I'll watch it."She typed something. Looked at the screen. Typed something else."That's it.""That's what?""Case is unsealed. Public docket." She turned the monitor half an inch toward me and turned it straight again. "There's a lag on the press feed. Twenty minutes, maybe less."A hundred and thirty-nine years came off a seal because a woman in a cardigan pressed a key at four min
Xena.The waitress put down two coffees nobody had ordered and left."You always do that," I said."Do what?""Order for me before I've sat down.""You always want coffee." Dante turned his cup around without drinking it. "Should I stop?""No." I pulled mine closer. "I'm stalling. Let me stall for one more minute."He let me.There were four cars in a car park and a fluorescent tube with a fault in it over the counter, and there was a family in the corner booth with a kid asleep across two seats. Two exits. Forty strangers. I'd have picked it too."Okay," I said. "I'll go first.""Go.""I've known you for eight months." I put both hands flat on the table. "In eight months my father died, my sister came back from two years in a locked room, I found out my grandfather founded the thing that killed him, and I watched a man die on the floor of the kitchen I learned to cook in. You were in every one of those rooms.""I was.""So when I say I love you, I don't know how much of that is you a
Xena."You've got twenty minutes and they'll cut it at twenty," the officer said, and pointed me at table four.Herald was already sitting.Three weeks in the county had gone to five. He'd stopped shaving the way he used to and the county blues fit him worse than the suit had. "You came.""Don't." I put the folder down between us. "Don't do the thing where you sound surprised. It's been five weeks and I've come every week and you know exactly how many times.""Four.""Four." I opened the folder. "I'm going to read you something and then I'm going to ask you something, and I need you to let me get through the first part before you start working on the second.""You've rehearsed this.""In a car park for eleven minutes. Shut up."His mouth moved, barely.I put the photocopy on the table and turned it toward him. "My grandfather. Elias Cross. This was in the sealed material — it's a letter he never sent to anybody. Osei let me copy it."Herald read it. He was quick, and I watched him ge
Xena."You're allowed to be nervous," Dante said, both hands on the wheel. "It's a courthouse, not a performance review.""I'm not nervous.""You've checked that folder four times since Belmont."I put my hand flat on it to stop myself doing it a fifth. "It's the last thing I have of his handwriting that I haven't read."Dante pulled into the garage and killed the engine and didn't get out."Then don't rush it in there," he said. "Whatever she puts in front of you, take the time. Nobody in that room is going to hurry a woman who handed them the file.""You could come up.""I could." He reached over and tucked the folder tighter under my arm, and left his hand there a second. "I'm not going to. This one's yours and you'll want to have done it alone. I'll be on the fourth-floor bench with a bad coffee."I kissed him quickly, and went.Osei's chambers smelled like paper and radiator heat. She stood when I came in, which I hadn't expected, and shook my hand across the desk."Sit. This wil
Xena.The row filled up by eight-forty.Diana came first, in a coat Hannah must have bought her, sitting down without a word and folding her hands in her lap. Then Adrian, who took the aisle seat and kept his eyes on the door. Then Foster Byrne, which nobody had expected, least of all me."He asked to come," Adrian said, without turning around. "He called Hannah at six this morning."Foster sat at the end of the row, three feet from anyone, hands on his knees.Axel arrived last, stood at the back for a moment counting exits out of habit, then came down and dropped into the seat beside Dante.Herald came out at nine with a court officer on each side.He'd been in the county for three weeks. It showed in the way the suit hung on him — his own suit, sent over by someone, and now a size too generous through the shoulders. He looked at the gallery once on his way to the table.He stopped walking.The officer beside him touched his elbow and he started again, and he sat down, and he didn't
Xena. Was Hannah drunk?I stood there waiting for the punchline. April Fools was months away but maybe someone had lost track of the calendar. Maybe this was some elaborate Yale family bit that I hadn't been briefed on. Maybe —Adrian crossed the room to stand beside her."It's true." He turned to
Xena.I gasped for breath, my legs still aching from the last round. Yet Dante stood over me like this was nothing but probably another of his one night stands.The bed was wet beneath me, wet from my juices. I stared at the ceiling for a while, the memories of his cock inside of me played over an
Xena."It's me Xena."My eyes went wide.“ Dad?”There was silence on the other end. For a brief second, no one spoke, not a single word was said.I stood in Dante's study. We hadn't contacted each other since Adrian's promotion ceremony.“Darling I—” he pauses then heaves a sigh. “How are you doin
Xena.The ceiling in Dante's room was different from the one in the guest room.I noticed that first, which probably said something about the state of my brain. I stared at it and waited for regret to arrive.It didn't.What arrived instead was a very thorough physical awareness of every decision







