Marlowe
We sat together at the edge of the northern perimeter once the immediate chaos had settled, both of us exhausted, bloodied at the edges, processing a revelation neither of us had expected to walk away from tonight with.
"More than one Calloway," I said again, turning the phrase over for what felt like the hundredth time. "Dorian's a Calloway. Grant is too, by marriage into the name if nothing else. Could he mean either of them?"
"Could." King rubbed a hand over his jaw, thinking it through with the same careful, methodical precision he brought to every problem. "Or it could mean something considerably older. Something tied to whatever choice Dorian made that night. If he had a hand in Ridge Pass, even an unwilling one, Vance might consider him a loose end as much as a debt."
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