“Callahan.” “What?” Now she smiles, and it’s distracting and suspicious all at once. “You played well at your game, right?” “Yeah,” I say. “Why?” “And you said that you just needed a hookup to relax. Which it clearly helped you do.” “Is that how correlations work?” “Shut up, you know where I’m going with this.” She runs her fingers through the ends of her hair, her head still cocked to the side. She takes a step forward, the ghost of a smile on her face. “Take me through The List. I’ll get what I want, and it’ll help your game. Playing like that, you’ll be captain in no time.”
