Reeves.The bourbon was two fingers and going warm.I left it on the desk and picked up the phone."Move him tonight," I said when the line connected. "There's a property outside Elgin. I'll send the address in twenty minutes." I looked out the window. The woods outside were doing nothing. "Keep him breathing."The line went dead.I sent the address and put the phone down and picked up the bourbon.It had gone past warm into something else. I drank it anyway.Gerald was next. Now people would say I’m working with a list. No, there was no list. Gerald was next because Gerald was always next, always the variable that needed managing before it managed itself into something inconvenient. I'd learned that about him in the first year. He was useful the way a door was useful — functional, necessary, and incapable of deciding anything about where it opened.He picked up on the third ring."It's late," he said."Thursday meeting," I said. "Adrian confirmed?"A pause. Gerald arranging himself.
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