The kitchen light was off, but the dim florescent bulb over the stove was on. Wymack was fussing over the coffeemaker. If Wymack was up, it was half past four in the morning. Neil learned Wymack's morning schedule the hard way from a month on Wymack's couch. Apparently death wasn't enough cause to shake the routine.

Wymack finished setting up the grinds and set the coffee to brew. As he turned around he spotted Neil in the doorway. Neil waited for him to say something about how Neil ran out last night, but all Wymack said was, "Did you get any sleep?"

Neil didn't know what time he'd gotten back, so he said, "A couple hours, I think."

"If you can get more, do it," Wymack said. "It's going to be a long day, and I need everyone awake and coherent before Waterhouse gets here." At Neil's curious look, Wymack explained, "Andrew's lawyer. We're hoping he'll take Aaron's case. It should be an easy win for him."

"They shouldn't have arrested him."

"They're doing their jobs," Wymack said. "A man died last night, and until they have everything they need they have to hold him. Your testimony could speed the process up, you know. You're the only one besides Andrew and Aaron who was in that room when Drake died, and since Andrew won't talk either—"

"Has Luther confessed?"

"To what?"

"To setting them up," Neil said, heated. "He put Drake in that house knowing what Drake had done to Andrew the last time they were together. If he and Aaron both told the truth and the officers had working sets of eyes to see what that room looked like, they don't need anything else. If they're bogging things down because Andrew's history makes them prejudiced they should give the case to more objective people and stop wasting our time."

"Neil."

"Did you call the Oakland PD?" Neil asked.

"I don't have their number anymore," Wymack said. "I asked the locals to call them. I'll try to get in touch with Officer Higgins today to see if he's heard anything. Now stop stalling and go back to bed."

"I'm fine."

It was out before he could stop it. Wymack didn't have to say anything. The look on his face said enough. Neil fixed his stare on the coffeepot and tried not to fidget. Wymack turned away after what felt like a century and poured what little had brewed into his mug. He plucked it off the counter and started for the doorway. Neil stepped back into the hallway so Wymack could pass, but Wymack stopped in front of him.

"Neil," Wymack said, "between you and me, I don't think you've ever been fine."