Julian pushed his way into the work area, eyes shot through with red.
"Do you know Vivienne Calloway? Where is she right now?"
Marcus was tending to a leg injury, his tone flat and unwelcoming.
"I'm sorry, sir. There's no one here by that name. Please leave. Thank you."
"No, that's not possible. I saw her just now. She's here, working as a frontline journalist."
Marcus shook his head without looking up.
"Sir, this is a refugee camp. If you're here for personal reasons, I'm going to have to ask you to go."
Something shifted in Julian's eyes. He looked at Marcus for a moment, and then, unexpectedly, smiled.
"So you're admitting she's here." His voice dropped, the edge coming back into it. "Tell me where she is right now. Otherwise, I have ways of making things very difficult for your
