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"Fine."

Xavier Grayson cast him a long, deep glance, then pulled out his phone and jotted down a phone number on a piece of paper.

"This is Caesor's number. He's in the hospital right now, as you know. If even Finch can't handle something, give him a call—but I don't think it'll come to that."

With that, he turned to look at Finch, who was quietly burying his head in his food.

Finch