~Caden's POV~
Conrad lays three names on the desk, each printed on its own slip of paper, the way Conrad always presents findings when he wants Caden to look at each one individually before letting them blur together into a single conclusion.
"One senior captain," Conrad says, tapping the first slip. "One mid-rank Gamma, name of Fenwick. One logistics clerk who handles the rotation schedules before they go out to the captains for distribution."
Caden looks at all three names without picking any of them up. "Walk me through it."
"The incursion timing doesn't work as coincidence. Not twice, not with this kind of precision. Three coordinated points, both times, both times landing inside gaps that only existed because of exactly how the rotation happened to fall that particular week. That'
