“They waited for a senior strategist who wasn’t here.

Now they’re gone.”

“I was on Route 18.

There was a woman on the shoulder who couldn’t stand.”

He stopped at his door and pointed one finger at it, then at me.

“Step inside.”

Gavin shut the door behind me and stood in front of it, which meant he wanted me to sit and he wanted to be between me and the hallway.

I sat on the arm of the chair.