Garrett twisted his neck around and kept his eyes fixed on mine while two junior project managers watched from their doorway.

“Dad, look at me,” Garrett said.

“We don’t need strangers in here.

Call off the deputies, and we can sit down in your office right now.”

I didn’t move any closer to him.

“This is Callahan business, Dad,” he said, his voice climbing over the hum of the ceiling lights.

“It stays in the building.

You know how this looks to the city.”