Randall Lenz sat in his office, brooding over everything Adara Grant had just told him. It was late and he should have gone home, and yet he’d realized he didn’t want to sit in that empty house and listen to the silence there. Much better to be here in the office, where, although he was alone, he had only to walk down the hall to be in a room with analysts and other agents, a place where the quiet buzz of activity served to reassure him that everything was humming along like the well-oiled machine he’d built the Daedalus Project to be.
But even though he sat in familiar surroundings, in a place he’d designed to be soothing and allow him to think clearly, his thoughts were anything but clear at the moment. He wanted to laugh at what Adara had said, wanted to tell himself that she’d obvious
