“I heard she’ll be the one ‘handling’”—he made air quotes with his fingers—“Toni when she gets here.” “Well, Dag and I weren’t going to do it.” “Nope,” Dag muttered. “I don’t blame you. She wanted to fire you guys, by the way. But I said, ‘Absolutely not. They’re my friends. And so what if they put me in grave danger and put my life and, more importantly, my God-given gifts at risk? A loss that would deprive the entire world, maybe even the universe, of something truly amazing. They’re still my friends.’” Berg gazed down at Coop. “How big of you.” “I thought so.” “We’re friends?” Dag asked.
