He said, if she ever runs, she’ll run to a terminal, and she’ll sit there for a night, and she’ll pick up whatever’s on the bench.”

“So it wasn’t luck.”

“About seventy percent of it was luck,” Harrison said.

“The other thirty percent was a man who has been doing this for nineteen years, casting a very cheap net.”

Maya looked at Desmond Ruiz, who shrugged very slightly.

“Ninety dollars a week,” he said.

“It’s the best money Mr.

Vance ever spent, and I’ve been waiting six weeks to say so.”