Bramwell's POV
Brant Kellor did not hold his silence without reason.
He held it for three hours, in a room with two of Daren's most reliable guards, with the particular composure of a man who has prepared for this possibility and arranged his expressions accordingly.
I sat across from him and looked at him. He looked back.
"You've been with me four years," I said.
"Yes."
"You were present for every critical conversation during the inquiry period."
"That's the job of a chief administrative officer."
"You sent a coded message to an outside address eleven days ago."
A pause. "I send many messages."
"Not from the secondary courier station. Not unsigned." I leaned forward slightly. "Not to addresses in Marcelline's operational network."
Something moved behind his eyes. Not fear — adj
