He was in the athletic center corridor, coming from the direction of the weight room, jacket on, bag over one shoulder, looking like someone who had been waiting to encounter a specific person without knowing which corridor they'd come from.He saw me.I saw him.We stopped approximately eight feet apart in the four thirty corridor with its transitional energy and the usual Friday traffic moving around us."Ryan called Osei," I said.He blinked. "This morning?""This morning," I said. "Voluntary testimony. He had records."Something moved across Declan's face, the quick, unguarded version of it that he couldn't always control, the one that happened when something surprised him genuinely."He didn't tell me," he said."No," I said. "He did it on his own."Declan was quiet for a moment. He turned this over in the way he turned things over peripherally, completely."Good," he said finally. The same weight Sof&
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