Chapter 47 Let's Track Each Other
- Sam was already dressed when I came downstairs. He hastily got us and sized me with his gaze.
- "We'll leave together," he said. "It looks better."
- There was no room in the sentence for refusal. In the car he made the kind of small talk that existed only for drivers and windows - weather, a dinner later in the week, a comment about the collaboration needing tighter coordination.