Daniel was insufferable about it.
Not loudly. Not in any way that could be directly addressed or argued with. Just in the
particular way of a man who has filed a piece of information away and intends to reference
it, at a time of his choosing, for the rest of natural history. He didn’t say anything when he
came back into the office and found Adrian and me still sitting across from each other. He
just looked at us both, set a file on the desk with the precision of someone performing a
completely normal action while radiating enormous satisfaction, and left again.
Adrian watched him go. “I told you,” he said.
“You did,” I said.
We looked at each other for a moment. Then I picked up my bag, and he walked me to the
elevator, and neither of us said anything particularly significant in
