“Come in tomorrow,” Marcus said. “I’d like your thoughts on a few things.” “Of course. Anytime.” After he hung up, Marcus sat for a long time. Outside, through the window, he could see Wren in the garden with Titan beside her, the dog leaning his enormous weight against her knee.
Marsh arrived the next morning without lawyers, which told Marcus everything about how safe the man still believed himself to be. He took the usual chair. His practised warmth arrived on cue. Marcus watched it and felt himself go very cold. He had no sympathy left for the man.