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He looks at me for help. I have none to give him.

She reaches up and sets the brim straight with two fingers, and he holds still for it. He has never held still on my table.

“Tell her, Catt,” he says.

“I keep a list of people we owe,” Catalina says. “You’re on it.”

“Take me off it.”

“That’s not how the list works.”

“She won’t take anybody off,” Finn says. “I’ve tried.”

She takes his sleeve and walks him toward the dance floor, and he goes, holding the hat on with his free hand.

When I reach Colt, I look at his left hand before anything else.

“Your hand?”

“Still attached.”

I look at him.

“Colt.”

“Buzzing. No numbness.”

“Thank you.”

Silas finds us there.

“Riley.”

“Vane.”

He puts out his hand. “Congratulations, Colt.”

“Thanks.”

He holds it a moment longer than a handshake needs. Then he turns to me.

“Nilsson.”

“Riley.”

Something moves at the corner of his mouth. “Riley. Legal signed off on Thursday. Everything on our end is done.”

“And now?”

“Now we’re waiting on you.”

“You are waiting on a government.”

“Then I’m waiting on a government.” He nods to both of us and goes.

I do not say anything. I find Colt’s hand and hold on.

Sully comes next. He does not shake Colt’s hand. He stands beside him and reads the room as though it were his bench.