Max started walking again, different from before, with a direction now, with the particular momentum of a man who has finished absorbing and started deciding.
"Find Wayne before he leaves that cemetery." Samuel looked at him.
"I want to know every move he makes from this moment," Max said. "Every doctor's appointment. Every lawyer's meeting. Every place he goes and every person he sees." His voice was entirely level. "He thinks it's over." He did not look at Samuel when he said the last part.
Samuel closed the file. "I'll make the calls," he said.
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The car door shut.
The sound of it was final in the way that car doors are final when the person inside them has already moved past the conversation happening outside.
Max settled into the back seat with the particular stillness of a man whose mind is running at full speed in complete silence, looking straight ahead, jaw set, the file on his knee, his hands flat on top of it.
Samuel got in anyway.
