A week later, Roy finished the update. We signed it in his office, same framed maps, same building. Tomas wore a clean shirt and looked more nervous than I had ever seen him.
“This is too much,” he said.
“No,” I told him. “This is a job.”
He nodded at that. Work he could accept. Honor made him uncomfortable.
Evan was there too. He shook Tomas’s continue reading …
