“You seem a little—just a little—better rested this morning than normal.” “Bethany Anne.” “Ah.” They started for the elevators. “I thought you were going to wait a while.” “She pulled a dirty trick.” Frank laughed. “Stuck the blood in your drink?” “No, emotional terrorism. She told me she didn’t want to watch her father age in front of her eyes. Said it hurt her too much, then hugged me like I was going to die that night.” “She cried on your shoulder, huh?” “Yup.” “Effective.” Lance grunted his agreement and hit the button to go down to the ground floor. “It worked.”
