"We have an... interesting issue," Mr. Carillo said quietly. They were sitting in his office, a small room in the central building of the compound.
Andy waited.
"It's your girlfriend's family: they're asking to see you. They want to hear the story from you."
"No."
Mr. Carillo sighed. "We told them it wasn't safe, but they say they don't care. They're not dropping anything until you meet with them."
"I could call them, but meeting in person? They know I'm being hunted, right?"
"Our people did try to explain."
Andy sighed. "Would the Authority even be willing to set that up? I mean, we'd need a safe location, security, I don't even know what else. Some ethical way to keep me fed, I guess. That's money and resources."
"And still a risk," Mr. Carillo added softly. "It might be the only way to get them off your family's back, though."
"Could we set up a video call?"
Mr. Carillo cocked his head at that. "...I'll ask."
Andy nodded. He didn't want to see Amy's family -- didn't want to talk to them at all. Her death was a dull, persistent ache in his chest, and the thought of hashing it out with them just made the pain more acute. But if that was what it took, he'd do it.
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