“You want to talk about distraction.” I said calmly. “Let’s talk about the last three weeks.”
Miriam raised an eyebrow.
“Fine.”
“The eastern patrol schedule.” I continued, tapping the folder. “Was a f*****g disaster when I first saw it, and half the routes overlapped while the other half left gaps wide enough for Christopher’s wolves to stroll through.”
No one interrupted.
“Two days later we had a functioning rotation again.” I added. “That was me.”
One of the warriors at the table shifted slightly and nodded. Miriam did not react.
“The pack welfare reports that no one had updated in six months.” I continued. “That was me.”
Another warrior cleared his throat.
“And the supply inventory that was missing half its f*****g numbers.” I finished. “Also me.”
The silence in the courtyard
