Nora’s POV
The call came in at eleven forty-three, routed through the clinic's main line to my office extension.
That was the first unusual thing.
Paz knocked and leaned in the doorway with the careful expression of someone delivering information they weren't sure how to classify. "There's a Veil Council liaison on hold. He asked for you by name. Went through the main line."
I put the charts down before she finished the sentence. "Put him through."
She nodded and pulled the door mostly closed behind her.
I took the call standing up.
"Dr. Quinn." His voice was pleasant and even, the specific cadence of someone reading from a prepared statement while making it sound like conversation. "This is Aldric, from the Veil Council's liaison office. Thank you for taking my call."
"Of course."
