Marlowe
Reid cornered me outside the mess hall, easy and unhurried in the way that had stopped fooling me weeks ago.
"Funny thing," he said, falling into step beside me without invitation. "Patrol assignments changed again. Bunk reassignment too. All very quiet, all very convenient, all happening right around the same time King suddenly can't stop hovering over you personally."
"Coincidence."
"Sure." He didn't sound remotely convinced. "You know, Finch, I used to think this was about King liking you. Simple as that. Lately I'm starting to think it's about something considerably more complicated. Something he's willing to restructure half this den's operations to protect."
"You've got a vivid imagination."
"I've got a good memory and better patience." He stopped walking, turned to fac
