5 I wasn't feeling well. I only woke up half an hour ago," Julian explained before I could even open my mouth. He was breathing heavily, his long trench coat open to reveal a slightly rumpled shirt collar. His hair was ness, sticking up in all directions as if he'd just rolled out of bed. He glanced at the closed doors of the nunicipal office and let out a breath. I couldn't tell if it was a sigh of frustration or relief. le turned to me, his voice cool. "We'll have to reschedule." There was nothing else to be done. I told him to contact me when he was free and turned to leave, not want- ng to exchange another word. But Julian's voice stopped me. "When you called this morning, Lana answered. What did she say to you?" His probing tone sparked a fire in my chest. The resentment that had been simmering for so long suddenly poiled over. I spun around, my voice dripping with sarcasm. "Weren't you two in the same bed? Don't you