"You know what I don't get," Jay said, and his voice had the considered, unhurried quality of someone settling into a conversation he'd been wanting to have.
He was standing slightly apart from the other two, arms crossed, looking down at Tyler with the detached interest of someone who had already decided where the evening went and was now narrating it.
"I genuinely don't get it..."
"You track us. Right? You know our schedules better than we know them."
"You know where we're going to be and when. And somehow you still end up here."
Tyler said nothing.
"That's not rhetorical," Jay said. "I'm actually asking."
"What happened tonight? What did your little spreadsheet tell you?"
"It probably told him he'd be fine," Cody said. "Clearly."
"Clearly," Jay said. "So there's a mistake in the spreadsheet."
"That's what I'm trying to understand. Where's the variable you didn't account for?"
