Touché,I think, and I have to fight the urge to smirk at
him. “I’ll log the call, don’t worry about it,” I say. “When I get
a chance. Jesus.”
“In the meantime I’ll just listen to
the backup,” Dixon grumbles. “I forgot he dumped you for this
mission.”
I glare at his reflection, and he
doessmirk because he knows that was low. “Get out,” I tell
him. When he doesn’t move, I turn around and hit the power switch.
The door tries to cycle shut but he’s in the way and it aborts the
attempt, eases open again. “I said—”
“Get out,” Dixon echoes, stepping
back. This time when I hit the switch, the door closes like the
petals of a flower, silver swirls tightening into each other.
Before he’s gone completely, Dixon tells me, “I heard
you.”
“Fuck you,” I mutter, but he’s on the
other side of the door now and doesn’t hear me. He didn’t dump
me for this mission,I tell myself, but it’s a cold assurance
because Dylan’s not here, is he?