BeckettMarcus got a dog.I found this out on a Tuesday morning when he arrived at my office with dog hair on his jacket and the slightly defensive expression of someone who had done something they were not entirely prepared to explain.I looked at the jacket.Then at him."A dog," I said."A small one," he said."What kind," I said."The kind that was at the shelter and needed someone," he said. In the tone of a man who had gone to the shelter for entirely rational reasons and had come home with a dog."What is its name," I said.A pause."Sebastian," he said.I looked at him for a moment."Sebastian," I said."He looked like a Sebastian," Marcus said.I picked up my coffee."Bring him to meet Archie," I said. "Margaret will want to see him."Marcus looked slightly relieved that this was the response."This weekend," he said. "If that works.""Saturday," I said. "Sloane will want to be there."He nodded. Opened his laptop. Got to work with the specific efficiency of a man who had sai
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