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With a flick of his wrist, Rapp tossed the legal pad at Lewis in a flutter of yellow pages. The notepad hit him in the chest. Lewis looked down to grab it before the pad slid off his legs. By the time he looked back up, Rapp was standing over him.

“I’m going do the job for which I’m uniquely qualified until it no longer needs to be done. Any other questions, Doc?”

Lewis had never felt personally threatened by Rapp, and he didn’t feel threatened now. What he did feel was healthy respect for the man in front of him, almost as if he were standing on the North Rim of the Grand Canyon. One wrong step and he could find himself hurtling toward the rocky floor’s jagged embrace.

“Nope,” Lewis said.

“Then maybe write my last answer down. It was a good one.”

Without asking for permission to leave, Rapp ghosted out the door.

Lewis expected nothing less.

There was still work to be done.