“And?”
“So did you,” he said, and turned to pick it up from the foot of the bed. “Someone slid it under the door while I was getting dressed.”
She took it from him and pulled out the sheet of paper. It was on the letterhead, not of Gabriel, Pike & Laskins, but of Eidolon Corporation.
And it said, in printed, plain block letters, ONE OF YOU HAS MADE A MISTAKE.
She looked up at Borden. Thought about the night, about the fury and perfection of it.
Thought about Ben McCarthy, walking free from murders he didn’t commit.
About the look in Lucia’s eyes at the prison.
Everything you do matters.
“Why would they send this?” she asked. “It’s nothing, right? A mind game?”
Borden shook his head and reached out to pull her head close and plant a burning kiss on her forehead.
“I don’t know,” he murmured against her hair. “I don’t know.”