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"I'm giving the man context."
"You're editorializing."
I took the key. "If it's past midnight," I said, "knock twice."
Sully looked at the key sitting in my palm. "Two knocks." He straightened off the frame. "Enjoy your night, Pratt." A brief nod past my shoulder. "Gentlemen. Sorry for the interruption."
He pulled the door shut.
Seconds later, the music came back through the wall, picking up mid-song, as if time had frozen in his condo, waiting for him to return. Heath dropped onto the arm of the couch.
"So," he said.
"No," I said.
A pause. "I didn't say anything."
"You were about to."
"The key was a good call," he said, and let it go.
I set the bottle on the counter, just left of center. I didn't have a place for Sully yet.
