KNOX
Grayson had found something.
He came to the shop on a Friday morning with the expression he used for information that required handling — not the coffee-and-conversation expression, not the logistics face, but the careful stillness of a man carrying something that might break.
Riley was opening up. She unlocked the bay doors, lifted them, let the morning air in. She watched Grayson come across the lot and read his face.
"Coffee first or information first," she said.
"Coffee," he said, which meant the information was significant enough that he wanted her settled before it arrived.
We went inside. Riley made the coffee. Grayson put a manila folder on the workbench and stood with both hands on the counter and looked at the far wall while the coffee brewed.
"The pack council archiv
