“Yes?”
“Thank you.”
“For what?”
“For never asking me to become cruel.”
His fingers closed around the card.
“You never needed me to ask.”
He started toward the SUV.
Stopped.
“One board question for tomorrow.”
“What?”
“Where do you want the old Vance file stored?”
I looked at the estate.
“Not here.”
“Cabinet Seven?”
“Yes.”
“Locked?”
“Twice.”
He wrote it down.