Something in his face for the first time all night moved into something that was clearly and unmistakably warm. "I like her," he said to Mike. "I know," Mike said. Garrett came back through the door frame.
He moved to the booth, leaned down, and said something low and close to Mike's ear. Mike listened. His jaw set. "How far?" Mike said.
"Sully put him maybe 8 minutes out when he got the location ping. Garrett said, "That was four minutes ago." The math was simple and nobody needed to say it out loud. Leo. Mike said, his voice sharpening by one precise degree.
Not louder, not harder, just more directed, the way a beam of light sharpens when it passes through a lens. "Torres has seen you before when he comes through that door. If he comes through that door, you do not speak. You do not move.
You do not make eye contact with him. You sit exactly where you are and you let this play out. Can you do that?" "Yes." Leo said. He said it without hesitation and without bravado and it was the most honest yes he'd said all night.
"Corey." Mike looked at him. Corey's knee had stopped bouncing. "Yeah." He said, "I got it. I'm still." Declan stood up from the booth again.
He moved to the end of the counter close to the door and positioned himself with his back to the wall, arms loose at his sides. He was not blocking the entrance. He was simply present in the way that a fact is present, unchangeable and clear. Bobby closed his phone and put it in his jacket.