Killian.
We tore through those documents way past midnight, combing every inch for answers. Candice dove straight into the eastern route...she was obsessed with every gap, every patrol schedule, every flaw in the defenses.
Someone had been exploiting them for months. I kept peppering her with questions, trying to keep up. She barely acknowledged me, flipping pages like her fingers were on fire. Our trail went south, then north, and we got lost in access logs stretching back a year and a half. By one, the desk was buried...just a sea of paperwork.
Candice finally leaned back and pressed her fingers against her nose, exhaustion etched all over her face.
"Get some sleep," I said, not expecting compliance. "We're not getting results until six anyway."
She slid the next file closer, stubbo
