MasukChapter 328The site was quiet. Everyone else had cleared out of the building three hours ago. Elara sat at the desk and unlocked the bottom drawer.She took out the court notice she had placed in there last Wednesday. The deadline to submit a statement was midnight tonight.She turned the paper over. The back of the page contained five paragraphs of guidance notes. They were short and dry.The text offered no help at all for what she was supposed to write. She laid the notice flat on the desk and pulled a blank pad towards her.She picked up her pen and unclipped the cap and looked at the coversheet. A box sat near the top for her relationship to the defendant. It provided a list of options to tick.She read down the column. None of the available categories covered living with a man for three years and then watching him systematically dismantle her life. She left the box blank and started writing on the pad.The first version was accurate. She wrote down the materials Marcus took fro
The federal system put a counter in the top corner of the screen. It started at forty minutes and counted down in green numbers. Elara propped the phone against a mug and pulled the first stack of referral forms to the center of the desk.Marcus was looking at something off camera. Behind him was the wall of the flat the federal office had picked for him, chosen for access control rather than comfort."They fixed the radiator in the hall." Elara opened the first folder."The loud one.""It was a valve. A man came yesterday.""That took them three months." Marcus leaned back. "I assume they left the plaster dust on the skirting board.""I cleaned it up.""Did you get the dust out of the carpet?""Most of it.""You have to use the stiff brush on the attachment. The regular one just pushes it down into the weave.""I used the stiff brush.""And it came up.""It came up."He nodded once.Elara picked up her pen. She had spent the morning working her way through a box of physical clinic re
Chapter 326The site manager wanted the corridor cleared before lunch. Nine wooden crates sat against the plaster wall and blocked the route to the dispensary. Elara pulled the shipping tape off the first one while Mira caught the cardboard flaps to hold them open."We can put the screens in the second room," Mira said. She lifted a coiled power lead out of the box and dropped it over her shoulder. "The brackets are already on the plaster.""They need to be wired to the main terminal," Elara said. "The cables won't reach across the floor without a trip hazard.""I ran the extensions yesterday." Mira dug into the packing peanuts and pulled out a stack of flat sensor pads. "I can route them through the ceiling gap if you take the panels down.""You'll need a ladder for the ceiling grid." Elara dragged the second crate forward and checked the side. "The metal framing in there is loose.""I used the tall stepladder from maintenance." Mira dropped the pads onto a tray and squared the edges
Dr James Chen aligned the next rack of sample vials on the stainless steel bench and picked up his marker. He was her lab colleague and the only person in the building who never asked how she slept. They were running the bloods from the Tuesday intake, trying to match the heavy metal markers to the dates on the shipping manifests."Four more from the transport." Chen slid them across the resin surface."Check the iron levels first." Elara pulled a new pair of gloves from the dispenser. "The last batch were borderline anaemic, and the police want a pattern."He uncapped the marker and wrote a patient code on the first label. "They are all borderline everything.""Just run them."She slotted the vial into the centrifuge. There were eleven days until the police needed her statement on the referral network, and this data was the last piece of the timeline. She checked the seal on the rotor, closed the lid, and set the timer.The machine spun up, vibrating through the floorboards. They wor
The video feed connected with a static click. The federal system displayed a timer in the top corner of the video screen with exactly forty minutes left on the clock. Elara put her black pen down on the top sheet of the intake pile and rubbed her eyes.She had spent the morning reading referral dates for children sent through the network.Marcus sat in a chair against a white wall. He wore a grey shirt with the collar open. His eyes locked on the camera."It has been a while." Marcus leaned forward slightly."A month." Elara picked the pen up again.They had spoken three days ago in the case session with Hammond. She had watched him put his own name against the payment structure without being asked. The legal record had shown him approving the funds, and he had corrected the transcript to say he designed the system.Now he was looking at her."You moved house.""Yes.""Is it better?""The house is fine," she said."Good." He shifted his weight in the chair. His eyes dropped to his han
Hammond tapped a key to start the recording. The standard federal warning filled the center of the monitor in white text.Elara uncapped her pen and pulled the first assessment file from the stack because she had forty minutes to verify the medical details before the prosecutors took the statement to a judge.The text vanished. A video feed connected to an apartment in another city.Marcus sat looking at the camera. His witness supervision office was shut for the evening. The window sill behind his chair was empty. A plant used to sit on that ledge.Elara noted the absence and turned a page."The scope of this session is the Turin clinic," Hammond began. "This arrest last week changes your status."Marcus waited."Your account is no longer background information for the investigation," Hammond told him. "It becomes evidence at the hearing. You will be named on the record."Elara ran her pen down the first column of figures. Marcus kept his eyes on Hammond. He never looked at her side







