From The Grey House:
“Go home, Richard.”
Richard started wringing his hands again, faster than before. “What? Why?”
“Because I said so.” He stood. “As I mentioned before, the paperwork looks better than it ever has. I’m confident my accountant will tell me the same. Go home, Richard. Get some sleep. You look haggard.”
Richard stood stock still for a moment, not wanting to believe him. Then, “Ok. See you next time.” He was almost out the door before he turned back. “Shouldn’t I stay and lock up?”
Vincent smirked. “No, go home. I’ll take care of things.”
“Thank you, sir.” And he was gone.
