Chapter 24
The silence in the TriBeCa condo was no longer the heavy stillness of a hangover; it was the pressurized quiet of a bomb’s fuse burning down to the nub. Evan lowered the phone, the dial tone screaming in the room. He looked at Leo, who was still on all fours like a hunted animal.
"Evan, man, just… breathe," Leo croaked, his voice trembling.
"Breathe?" Evan’s voice was a low, dangerous vibration. He didn't just feel angry; he felt a systemic failure of his reality. The woman who had judged his character was nothing but a fraud. He saw the look on Leo’s face. "You knew, didn’t you?”
"I tried to tell you!" Leo shouted, finally finding his feet, though he swayed precariously. "I tried to tell you, man! You didn’t let me! I told you I needed to tell you something about Serenity
