Ravenna
Ryder called me at noon.
I was in the middle of mapping the building's secondary access points with Soren when my personal line lit up. Not the secure line — the personal one, which meant it was him specifically and not someone using his network. I looked at the screen for exactly two seconds, which was as long as I permitted myself before I made a decision.
I stepped out of the meeting room and answered.
"What do you want, Ryder?"
The pause that followed was not the pause of a man who hadn't expected me to answer. It was the pause of a man who had expected to answer and had still not fully resolved, in the moment of the call, what he was actually going to say. I had spent enough years reading Ryder Ravenwood's silences to know the difference.
"I need to talk to you," he said
