"You went to therapy today?" Aurelie's voice over the phone was sharp and amused. "I went," Victoria said, buttoning her coat against the cold. "Ten minutes late. Dr. Kaye lectured me on sleep hygiene." "Did you tell her you only sleep when the world shuts up?" Aurelie laughed. "Because that's a mood." "She suggested a sleep diary. I handed her a blank page and told her the entries were classified." Victoria kept her voice flat. She clipped the cigarette from the pack with one finger and lit it with practiced calm. "Send me the classified entries," Aurelie said. "Also, bring me coffee. It is my civic duty." "Not a donation day." Victoria exhaled smoke and watched it vanish into the harbor chill. "That was not what I meant." Aurelie's tone cut to business. "So where are you?" "Outside Harbor Clinic. Waiting for the light to cross. It's freezing." "There is a bar two blocks from your building that serves hot bourbon. You're coming tonight." Aurelie didn't ask. She ordered. "No." Victoria's answer was clipped. She heard the memory in her voice and tightened her fingers on the cigarette. "Yes. You need non-prescribed warmth." Aurelie was louder, like she was smiling. "Besides, you promised Marco you'd show at least once. He'll be there talking about safe investments." "I promised?" Victoria's laugh was quiet. "Since when is Marco a social threat?" "He's harmless. You're not." Aurelie said it like