“How did the late blueprint review go with the Munich site directors?”

“Where’s Sadie?” I asked, keeping my voice as flat and even as a concrete test pour.

“She’s upstairs in her room,” Trevor said without missing a beat.

“She threw a little fit about the clothes on her floor and stomped off to sulk.

You know how she gets when she’s tired.”

“She called me four minutes ago, Trevor,” I said.

“She was whispering to me from outside by the detached garage.”