The Cost of Almost
Outside, the first pale suggestion of evening was settling over the river, the water going from gray to something darker, less forgiving.
“Warren left the company eight months ago,” Julian said. “Quietly. No announcement, no press release, just — gone. I assumed he’d had a better offer somewhere.”
“Or,” I said again, “he left because he knew something was coming and he wanted distance before it arrived.”
Julian stared at the windshield for a long moment.
“You think Warren is the second name,” he said.