Kendall Moore
Her knuckles rap against my door with a startling clatter. I know who she is without seeing her; I am expecting her. I recognize the sound of an unwelcome guest, the sign of trouble.
I open the door, and the blazing hallway light assaults my retinas. It takes me several seconds to adapt, and the first thing I notice isn’t Camile Brennan, but a powerful figure. He towers above me, determined and unshakable. Despite his aged face and kind eyes, I can tell he has come here with one purpose: to ask questions about Jason McClure.
Camile is standing to his right, her face expressionless and stiff.
"What do you want?" I croak, as if fear itself has sealed my throat shut.
"I need to ask you a few things about your former boss," he says with a polite smile. He introduces himself
