The report arrived back in the form of a phone call, eleven days after Vane filed it.
He took the call in the garden — Lena watched from the kitchen window, the specific quality of his posture changing as he listened, the careful official stillness she'd first seen at the gate returning briefly and then, slowly, easing into something else.
He came inside afterward and found her in the kitchen.
"It's filed," he said. "Accepted. No follow-up assessment requested. No restriction recommendation." He sat down, heavily, the way a man sits when a weight he'd been carrying for nearly two weeks has finally been set down. "They want a copy of the documentation on Halloway's network for their own records. And—" he paused "—they want to know if the configuration would be willing to consult, informa
