"For the FBI?" Marcus says, eyebrows going up. "No, and I don't think you're in a position to make that offer, either. But I'll work with you."
He glances down again at his own knotted hands, thinks through what needs to happen. "Which, believe me, ain't something I do often. In this case, though." Unlaced his fingers, rubs his palms against his knees. "I'm going to need someone with me, and you...you want to make sure Madelyn's case is solved, you want to make sure more people don't follow her. Well, maybe you deserve to actually come to the right conclusion." Looking up and fixing Will with a hard kind of look, he says, "If you're coming, we should try and make the most of the light." Outside, the light's not yet fading, but it's gone burnt orange, lazy late afternoon colours: give it an hour and a half and it'll start to dim.
OH MY GOD I thought all this time I'd tagged back
He glances down again at his own knotted hands, thinks through what needs to happen. "Which, believe me, ain't something I do often. In this case, though." Unlaced his fingers, rubs his palms against his knees. "I'm going to need someone with me, and you...you want to make sure Madelyn's case is solved, you want to make sure more people don't follow her. Well, maybe you deserve to actually come to the right conclusion." Looking up and fixing Will with a hard kind of look, he says, "If you're coming, we should try and make the most of the light." Outside, the light's not yet fading, but it's gone burnt orange, lazy late afternoon colours: give it an hour and a half and it'll start to dim.