Rowan gave up the archive key at eight fifteen.
Not willingly.
Not in the way of a man who had read the summit agreement provision and assessed his position and concluded that compliance was the only viable option. He gave it up in the way of a man who had been handed a legal argument he couldn't counter and was furious about it in the specific contained way that Rowan was furious about things, which was not loudly and not visibly but in the particular tightness around his jaw and the quality of his silence and the way he set the key on the table rather than placing it in Damon's hand.
The key hit the table.
Damon picked it up.
Rowan walked away.
I watched this from the kitchen doorway and noted the specific quality of the walk, the way Rowan moved when he had been outmanoeuvred, the
