he pushed through the doors to the backroom and pulled his swipe card from its slot on the wall , swishing it through the card reader . it beeped to initialize the beginning of his shift . '' i 've got to record that sound , '' dante said softly , to himself , for the thousandth time . from behind him came the voice of his manager . '' nice of you to show up ,
dante

'' grace , that is the dumbest idea i have ever heard , unless your goal is to get olivia rushed to the nearest microscope for poking and prodding . also , john is clearly too highly strung to handle the concept . '' this , at least , made sense to me . i nodded . '' i do n't think he 's a good one to tell ,
grace

'' well ... can we talk at least ? '' she glanced at chase . '' privately ? '' '' i was just leaving , '' chase said . '' see you tomorrow , booker . '' as soon as chase scooted past mary , he turned and waggled his eyebrows at booker . booker waved him away . '' what can i do for you ,
mary