* Lawrence *
It had been three days since Jana Salazar arrived, and still... nothing. Her name didn't echo from the past. Her face didn't pull at any buried memory. But there was something. A chill under the skin every time she passed. The same way you sense the storm before the lightning. Familiar in the way déjà vu is, intimate, but unreliable.
I sat behind my desk, jaw tense, fingers tapping against a closed folder.
I'd gone through her file twice. Clean background. Excellent academic record. A few missing months in the employment timeline, but not enough to raise flags. At least not publicly.
But every time she entered a room, the air shifted. And I did not fail to notice her. Still. Nothing concrete. And so, for now, I shelved the suspicion.
What I couldn't shelve was the slow im
