My Brother Handed Me an Economy Ticket

to impress. Controlled concern. Mild injury. Innocent confusion with good teeth.

“This is insane,” he said quietly. “What are you doing?”

I stayed seated.

“What does Calder Industrial do?”

A flicker. Tiny, but there.

“I have no idea what that is.”

“Try again.”

He looked at the two agents. Then back at me.

“I consult for a lot of companies.”

“Not enough to buy continue reading …