Catherine stood. “Maybe we’ll put that on your gravestone.” She was halfway out the door before he said, “You’ll tell him all this, won’t you?” “Coe? Yes, I will.” “Another lame duck. Collect as many as you like, it won’t help you fly again.” “I’m under no illusions about my future, thanks.” “Just as well. It’s not clear you have one. Unless you count this place.” Catherine turned. “Thanks. And by the way, what is that round your neck?”
