Chapter 236. The Thing Under Everything.
SEDONA
The table that night was loud in a good way. Lake had not stopped talking about the peregrine falcon since the venue, and he was not going to stop now. He had moved on to describing the exact moment it had dived, which he had apparently witnessed with total clarity despite being seated two levels below the relevant window. Cameron confirmed every detail with the patience of a man who had, in fact, seen the same bird and remembered approximately none of the details Lake was now supplying.
"It was definitely a peregrine," Lake said. "Drew will confirm this. I am sending him a description tonight."
"Drew is in London," my mother said.
"Drew checks his email," Lake said, with the confidence of someone who had a system for this.
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