Rhys chose Thursday morning.
In hindsight Damien should have seen it coming. Rhys had been building toward it for days, the noting expression appearing at increasingly frequent intervals, the almost smiles accumulating with the particular patience of a man who had decided on his moment and was waiting for the right conditions. Damien had been aware of it the way you were aware of weather building on the horizon, visible and inevitable and easier to ignore until it arrived than to address in advance.
It arrived at Thursday morning breakfast.
Damien had come down at six thirty, earlier than usual, the attack two days ago still running its particular thread through his thinking in the specific way that security incidents ran, not loudly, not in the foreground, but present and requiring pro
