Gerald nodded slowly. He did not ask what Petricia had said, which told Mike something about where Gerald thought that conversation had gone.
"We talked about it years ago," Gerald said. "Before all of this..."
"What we really wanted... A real future..."
"Maybe expanding the building, maybe something else..."
"She had ideas... my sweet wife... Petricia... always has ideas." He exhaled. "And I had ideas too, then... That account was for when the ideas had room to happen."
"The account you used," Mike said.
Gerald said nothing, which was its own answer.
Mike was quiet. He looked at the street and let the silence sit for a moment before he brought it back.
"Gerald," he said. "Look at me."
Gerald looked at him.
"The Phoenix will be focused inward for the next few days."
"Something happened tonight that they're going to need to figure out before they turn their attention back to external business."
"What happened with Big G...?" Gerald said.
