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“Donald Harper requested contact with you.”
For a moment, I watched the skillet sitting untouched on the stove, trying to understand why those words had reached all the way into my kitchen.
Millie was at the table behind us, arguing with her cardboard elevator. Nixx stood beside me, and Benny had gone quiet at my other shoulder. I looked down at the phone.
“Contact how?”
“He asked whether he could speak with you,” Harris said. “I’m telling you because he made the request, not because you need to answer it. We’re not arranging a call without your agreement.”
I almost laughed. Havoc was in custody, and he still thought he could summon me when it suited him. I could practically hear the beginning of his speech: how I had misunderstood him, how everybody was against him, how he deserv
