“Anybody.

I started this place in two rooms over on Delaney Street.

I answered the phone myself for six years.”

“You built it on four years of somebody else’s work,” Dana said, and then put her hand over her mouth as if the words had gotten out without her permission.

Gavin sat down.

The leather chair took him slowly, the way those chairs do, and he looked at the folder in front of him as if it belonged to a stranger.

Then he turned to me.