Gideon Book Galatea Novels & Stories

His hands were still shaking. "Damian," he said again. It is softer, almost a whisper. I waited. He opened his mouth; his jaw trembled. Then he looked away. "Nothing. Never mind." He walked back to the couch. His footsteps were slow. Heavy. I walked to the table. I pulled out the notebook and opened it to a fresh page. Under the words "Caleb is the pipeline," I wrote new lines. Find the scarred man. Turn him. I closed the notebook and slid it back into my jacket.