Oh, God. He was equal parts relieved and mortified that his insinuations blew right over Crane’s tall head. Zechariah blinked, though was otherwise outwardly unexpressive.

“You will see this to the other end before you know it,” Zechariah reassured with a pinched smile.

He picked the folder up again, one-handed, and stood. Then, Zechariah slapped Elijah on the shoulder … and lingered.

“Just imagine your accusers naked,” he said confidently. “Shivering, humiliated. Erect at the sight of you. Even the men.”

Especially the men.