Marcus was at the kitchen table when they walked in.
Not waiting. Working. Laptop open, two phones on the table, a legal pad with handwriting covering both sides. Grace was beside him with her own notes. Dr. Chen sat across from them with his laptop.
Francis looked at the table. "How long have you been up."
"Since Jenna called me," Marcus said. "Sit down."
The team came in and filled the room. Sarah appeared from the hallway. She looked at Francis, checked him over the way she always did after an operation, then looked at Marcus.
"How bad," she said.
"Manageable," Marcus said. "But we need to move fast on three things before morning."
He turned the legal pad around so the room could see it.
Three items. Numbered. Clean handwriting.
One. Cross's public statement naming enhanced ind
