Sera answered on the second ring.
Damon put her on speaker.
I stood in the green room doorway and listened and watched his face and translated what I saw there into the specific register of a man receiving information that confirmed his worst assessment of a situation he had already assessed as serious.
Sera's voice was controlled in the way it had been controlled since she arrived, which was the voice of a woman who processed urgency as information rather than emotion and responded to it accordingly.
"The filing went to standard intake," she said. "Logged, timestamped, assigned to the duty reviewer for the forty-eight hour window." A pause. "The duty reviewer for this week is a council legal officer named Prentiss."
Damon looked at me.
"Tell me about Prentiss," he said.
"Junior off
