Sebastian
I found Ethan alone at a rooftop bar two evenings later, the kind of quiet, upscale place where executives went to avoid being seen rather than to be seen, and I recognized immediately, watching him nurse a scotch he wasn't really drinking, that he hadn't come here to celebrate Webb's containment.
"Mind if I join you?" I asked, settling onto the stool beside him before he could actually answer.
"Would it matter if I minded?"
"Not particularly." I signaled the bartender for a drink of my own, studying his profile in the low light. "I wanted to thank you again, properly, for what you did with Webb. I don't think I've adequately expressed how much that meant."
"You've thanked me enough," Ethan said, though something in his voice carried more exhaustion than irritation. "It's ha
