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"That's covered," I said.

"That is not remotely covered," Tessa said. "Get inside, you're freezing."

I went inside.

I've spent eleven years learning to give a man nothing to write. On Friday I gave a room everything on purpose. On Sunday I told my father where the wall is. Both times I was standing in front of the same door.

Chapter 21: Beckett

The rule is that I can be anywhere by Tuesday.

Nobody writes it down. It is the actual physical fact of the job. The ones with families know it better than anybody. I've been moved four times. I get a phone call and a flight number. Eleven days later a woman from the equipment staff of another building asks whether I want my name on the bag.

The trade deadline was the 4th of February at one o'clock our time.

She was twenty weeks.

She was up before me, which has happened twice. I came out at five and the kitchen light was on. Tessa was at the counter in the grey cardigan with the sleeves over her hands, doing nothing, with the kettle not on.

"You're up. It's five."

"It's a Tuesday," she said. "Do you want eggs?"

"You don't cook."

"I can cook eggs, Beckett, I'm not a child."

She cooked eggs. They were not good and I ate all of them. She stood with her back to me and unloaded a dishwasher that was clean and had been clean since Sunday.

"Are you doing the runs before you go?"

"Did them."

"You did them at four?"

"Four-fifteen."

"Right." She put a plate in a cupboard that plates do not go in. "There's soup in the blue one. The lid's the one that goes on properly. Don't take the red one, the red one is a liar."

"Tessa."

"And I put the thing in for Sofia about the Sheridan referral, so if she asks you."

"Tessa."

"What."

"Look at me."

She did not.

"I've got a skate at nine," I said. "Then I'll be at the rink until it's over, because that's where I have to be. If anything happens I'm going to call you before I call anybody. Before my agent. You'll know first."

"You don't have to."

"I know."

"It's a business," she said, to the sink. "It's the most normal thing in this business. It happens to eleven guys a year. Everybody understands it. It's not a personal…"


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