I walked a few steps behind Callighan, keeping a certain distance. My eyes didn't stay still for a second, moving across every doorway, every shadow pooled in the corners of the corridor, every armed figure standing against the walls with their weapons loose at their sides. The Golden Nugget was quieter on the inside than I'd expected. The kind of quiet that didn't feel peaceful so much as held in place.
Gaspar. The name kept drifting back up to the surface no matter how many times I pushed it down. I hadn't seen him outside, which meant nothing. He could be anywhere in this building. I'd given the others the sphere Kunta had given me before we left, insurance, just in case he decided to make a move on Rachel or Sydney while I was inside. It wasn't a perfect solution but it was the best one I had. I kept my hand loose near my side and stayed alert.
"Where are you from?"
Callighan's voice came without preamble.
"New York," I said, after a beat.
"You came rather far," he observed.
