I shook my head. They lifted the weeping man up, carrying him between them. His voice was strained, but Peter seemed to take heart from talk of a next time. The taller one asked, How long you think this phone call should take? A while, and knock before you come back in.
I glanced at Edward. Just like that, I knew I'd do it. Fine, I'll fly into Santa Fe this afternoon, or early evening. What good would it have done to tell you? You'd have worried for nothing.
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