Before we finish eating, Conlan is back. His
hand shakes as he runs it through his hair to push it out of his
eyes and he doesn’t even sit down, just leans over the table,
breathless with wild eyes. “Fifteen minutes,” he tells us. “We’re
meeting in the conference room down the corridor, you know which
one?” He doesn’t wait for a reply, just hurries on excitedly. “This
isn’t about the signal, not yet—the general consensus is to let you
guys stay a day or two if you want, get a feel for what we’ve got
going here, before we start talking about what to do about that.
But I told them your plan and it’s a good one, they’re all excited
about it, fifteen minutes, okay?” Shanley and I exchange a glance
and he nods. Then I look at Parker, who’s still eating, and finally
at Dylan, who shr
