I couldn't settle on anything that afternoon.
I tried the Hargrove file again and gave up after ten minutes of reading the same clause without it going in.
I tried straightening the office, which didn't need straightening. I ended up standing at the window more than once, looking at the empty drive like staring at it hard enough would tell me something.
Reid found me there the third time.
"You're going to wear a groove in that floor," he said.
"I keep thinking he's going to walk in and I'm going to have missed my chance to say it first."
"He's not back yet. You'll have your chance again."
"You don't know that."
"Well, yeah, you're right," Reid admitted. "I don't."
He came and stood near the window with me, not too close, the way we'd both gotten good at. Outside, the light was starting to go long and gold across the yard, which under any other circumstances would have been a nice thing to look at.
"What do you think happens?" I said. "If Calista do something today."
