Dane
After a night on the computers that finally answered some of the questions he'd been asking for too long, Dane called Chris in early. He had to get moving before the nine o'clock meeting with Harry. Figuring it had to be about Lila, Chris didn't even grumble. Just rolled out of bed and took a car to the office.
Dane waited for him at his desk, but he was turned to watch the sun rise over the city.
When Chris walked in, he slumped into the seat across the desk. Dane didn't turn.
"What's up?" Chris asked carefully.
"I have a job for you," Dane said. He had to manage this conversation on a razor-wire. Chris couldn't suspect. Couldn't even have a passing thought. "You're the only one I know I can trust. That's what you want right? To be trusted?"
"Yes. Of course. That's what I've always wanted, big brother," Chris said, his voice rough from lack of use.
