He was halfway down the steps when the door of a black car at the curb opened, and a man got out.Dominic knew the walk before he knew the face. It was a loose-limbed, pleased-with-itself swagger, the walk of a man who'd spent twenty-nine years trying to look as if he belonged in rooms he'd been invited into by accident.Adrian.Not heading into the clinic. Leaving it. He'd come out of a side door Dominic hadn't noticed, a staff entrance, and he was tucking a cream-colored folder under his arm. Even from here Dominic could see the letterhead. A small, engraved B.Adrian saw him. He stopped.For a second neither of them moved, and the street seemed to hold its breath. Then Adrian's face opened into a slow, delighted smile."Cousin," he said. "What a surprise."Dominic came down the last two steps."Looking well," Adrian said. He tapped the folder against his palm, lightly, almost fondly. "You should try it, you know. Showing up. People love it when you show up. It makes them feel like
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