28 May 2014
It’s two days before he realizes that no one is going to be coming for him, not like last time. They did not come for him, at first, when he took a train to New York City and found his accent echoed back to him from the mouths of the street, but still they came eventually, chasing him for three days before he was held down, kicked in the ribs, frozen again so immediately that, he thinks, they did not properly take everything from him. He still has New York City, much in the same way he was allowed to keep Kiev, Hamberg, Minsk, Volgograd; using him as his own warning to himself. The asset will always be recovered.
Arlo simply didn't want a girl because they never really made back what they cost you. You couldn't set them on the mines during the summer and they weren't suited to his 'businesses', couldn't crack knee caps or stand shoulder to shoulder with him, block a doorway and put a fist against a face. They were useless, and he growled as much often enough; gave his girl the name Raylan so everyone would know he didn't have a say in the matter, but it was clear as crystal what his say would have been.