Detective Walsh had two officers positioned in the Caldwell Technologies lobby when they arrived at eight-fifty.Not visible. Walsh had been clear about that — plain clothes, positioned at the coffee station and near the elevators, radios off. Present but not announced. The moment Kristine gave the word, they moved.She and George took the stairs.Nathan's office door was open.He was at his desk. Jacket on. Coffee beside him. He looked like a man who had arrived early and had been waiting and had decided that waiting calmly was the correct performance for this particular morning.He looked up when she came in.He looked at George beside her.Something moved across his face. Not surprise. The opposite of surprise — a kind of arrival, like a man stepping off a long journey and finally recognising the ground under his feet."Close the door," he said.She closed it.She put the folder on his desk.He looked at it. He did not open it."You don't need to look at it," she said. "You know wh
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