I nod in confirmation. “Squash, then drinks, then ‘partners only; could go late; don’t wait up.” After all these years in his close orbit, my Raymond impression has gotten pretty good. “He’s been on his phone all day. Since the second we left Manhattan, basically. He texts, sets it down, picks it up, types, stares at it, texts, sets it down. Rinse and repeat, with a side dish of glaring at me whenever I so much as sneeze. He’s keyed up like I haven’t seen him in months.”
Matvei frowns. “Define keyed up.”
I can only shrug one shoulder. “I just know it when I see it. All the telltale signs are there. Vein on his forehead, white knuckles, monosyllables. He was on the phone in the bathroom for fifteen minutes when we got here. Came out the color of steak tartare.”
“He say who he was talking
