Killian.
No one responded.
He glanced at me, then Candice, then the mess of files on the floor, and finally the screen. The whole time, his face just registered total indifference—he looked at everything and decided, nope, not his problem.
"Right," he said, as if trying to fix the tension in the air. "So we were talking about the southern border."
Candice spoke up without taking her eyes off her screen. "Well, they were three figures at the tree line. They tested the north earlier, came up empty. Now they're trying the south. Adjust the internal watch so it won't be obvious from outside. Don't give them anything to read."
"Like the north," Claude said.
"Like the north," she repeated.
Claude made the call. I stood with my arms crossed at the desk, jaw tight. Candice was two feet away
