The call came at half past eight.Rafe took it first, as he always did, filtered it, assessed it, and brought it to Tim in three sentences. That was how Rafe worked. Nothing wasted. Nothing was added that didn’t need to be there.Tim listened to the three sentences.Then he stood up, put on his jacket, and told Rafe to have the car ready in five minutes.He didn’t tell Daniel he was leaving. He didn’t tell anyone except Rafe and Leo, and Leo only because Leo was driving. The rest of the house would notice his absence the way the house always noticed things, quietly and without being told.He didn’t look at the staircase on his way out.The east side of Red City was a different city from the one Tim operated in publicly.The restaurants and the hotels and the private dining rooms where men in expensive suits discussed things that would never appear in any legal document, that was the surface of Tim’s world, the part that people saw and mistook for the whole of it. The east side was und
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