Where did you get that ring

a charcoal suit but no tie, his expression grim.

“You got here fast,” Alexander said.

Marcus glanced around. “I was nearby.”

“You were in Evanston.”

“I drove fast.”

Despite everything, Alexander almost smiled.

They waited in the conference room, a smaller space with dark wood walls and a long table meant for corporate breakfasts. Through the closed door,continue reading …