"I .. . am fine," Emile said, taking a chair without asking permission. "Merely a headache. Perhaps too much of the good life, no? Hard work may be just the prescription needed. Something different to clear the cobwebs, eh?" Harvin studied the fluid in his glass once more as if searching for answers, then set it aside untasted. "Yes, Emile, but time is of the essence. You’ll leave in the morning, and you will likely be away from Miami for quite awhile."