Golan collapsed into one of his plush armchairs and released the catch that clipped his artificial leg in place. He lowered the leg to the floor before massaging the scar tissue just above his knee. Alder watched him from the chair opposite, and once his breathing steadied Golan said, ‘You can ask, you know. I see you watching.’ Alder frowned. ‘My curiosity is never greater than someone’s privacy, so no, Golan, I will not ask.’
