"What's the 911?" Harrison switches to serious mode.

"Sam won't sleep."

"I'll roll with. Been forever since I saw the little man."

James doesn't argue. Harrison grabs his jacket, they're out.

In the car, Harrison's speed-typing meeting notes before tossing his laptop in back. "So who's flying out?"

"You are," James says, cool as ever.

"Figured." Harrison side-eyes the dark road. "So... this Eva situation. How long ...