Flynne looked over at Conner. Clovis had mounted a Thermos cup on one of the bed’s articulated equipment stands. Conner was sucking black coffee through a transparent tube. Flynne signed the last four contracts and passed them to the girl. Stood up. "Back in a few minutes," she said. "Macon." She ducked around a blue tarp, hearing the thump of the notary’s seal, Macon behind her. "Where can we have a private conversation?" she asked him.