Harper
"I'd like an explanation," Sherman said.
I kept my hands loose at my sides. The metal case in my hoodie pocket weighed about as much as a small planet.
"This morning we closed out an archive intrusion from three weeks back," she went on. "Someone pulled containment logs on a Destroyer-class detainee. The trail ran to your friend Priya. We're holding her, officially to assist a security review."
My stomach went cold.
Another swipe. "Then I ran your two IDs. There's an S-class containment visit on the sub-level record, logged after Calloway's window closed and the file was sealed."
So that was the thread they'd pulled. Not the worst one.
"We were finishing the investigation," I said.
"The investigation ended when Calloway sealed it." Her voice didn't move. "Try the real one."
