**Adrian's POV**Tuesday morning.The foundation office at eight.Thorne at eight fifteen with his folder and the specific expression that told me the morning had already produced things requiring attention before I had finished my first coffee."The board," he said."Which concern?" I said."Not a concern exactly," he said. "Hargrove called at seven thirty. He wants a meeting. Not an emergency session. An informal conversation." He placed his phone on the desk. "His words: informal and overdue."I looked at the phone."When?" I said."This afternoon if convenient," Thorne said. "His office. Four PM."I thought about four PM.About the school gate at three fifteen.About the reading routine.About the apartment."Four thirty," I said. "I have something at three fifteen."Thorne did not ask what the something at three fifteen was.He had stopped asking about three fifteen three weeks ago."Four thirty," he said. "I'll confirm."He left.I looked at the foundation office.At the Philade
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