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           “Alltheredundancypackagesconcluded?…Andthecost?…”Christianwhistlesbetweenhisteeth.“Sheesh…thatwasoneexpensivemistake…AndLucas?…”

           Iglancearoundtheroom.He’sinasuite,liketheoneattheHeathman.Thefurnishingshereareultramodern,verynow.Allmuteddarkpurplesandgoldswithbronzestarburstsonthewalls.Christianwalksovertoadarkwoodunitandpullsopenadoortorevealaminibar.HeindicatesthatIshouldhelpmyself,thenwandersintothebedroom.Iassumeit’ssoIcannolongerhearhisconversation.Ishrug.Hedidn’tstophiscallwhenIenteredhisstudythattime.Ihearwaterrunning…he’sfillingabath.Ihelpmyselftoanorangejuice.Heamblesbackintotheroom.

           “HaveAndreasendmetheschematics.Barneysaidhe’dcrackedtheproblem…”Christianlaughs.“No,Friday…There’saplotoflandherethatI’minterestedin…Yeah,getBilltocall…No,tomorrow…IwanttoseewhatGeorgiawillofferifwemovein.”Christiandoesn’ttakehiseyesoffme.Handingmeaglass,hepointstoanicebucket.

           “Iftheirincentivesareattractiveenough…Ithinkweshouldconsiderit,thoughI’mnotsureaboutthedamnedheathere…Iagree,Detroithasitsadvantages,too,andit’scooler…”Hisfacedarkensmomentarily.Why?“GetBilltocall.Tomorrow…Nottooearly.”Hehangsupandstaresatme,hisfaceunreadable,andthesilencestretchesbetweenus.

           Okay…myturntotalk.

           “Youdidn’tanswermyquestion,”Imurmur.

           “No.