607 was the furthest apartment from Michael's and Gareth liked that about it.
He closed the door behind him and stood in the space and looked at his four men arranged around the room. Damon was on the windowsill. The two bat men, whose names were Fetch and Caro, were on the floor. The fifth man, younger than the others, barely twenty, who everyone called Wren because nobody remembered his actual name anymore, was sitting on the kitchen counter eating something from a wrapper.
They looked at him.
"Well," Damon said.
"He said no," Gareth said.
Damon nodded once like that was the answer he'd expected. "Politely."
"Politely," Gareth confirmed. He walked to the window and looked out at the street below and the city beyond it and the building's exterior wall visible at an angle from this window, the reinforced gate at the bottom, the watchtower platform visible at the roof edge. "He's smarter than he looks."
"He doesn't look smart," Fetch said.
"That's what I mean," Gareth said.
