Ren's apartment had never held this many people.
Hunter counted nine when he arrived — Ren at the table, Sable beside him with her folder open, Dayo in the corner with his equipment case, Wire standing near the door, Nadia at the edge of the room with her tablet, Renna on the far side, Carver near the window, and Yewande Asante sitting in the chair across from the timeline wall looking at three years of Ren's work with the expression of someone reading a document they had been thinking about for eighteen months.
Hunter came in last with Boateng.
The room adjusted. Not dramatically. The way a room adjusts when the last piece arrives and the shape of the thing becomes clear.
Yewande looked at Boateng first. Then at Hunter. She was exactly what Carver had described — composed in the speci
