CHAPTER EIGHT
The elevator doors opened on a very somber ARC office, the reception area empty. To Eva, the room felt cold, as if the air conditioning had been turned to maximum and left on. There was absolute silence and they crept out with caution, as if to make a noise was to disrespect the passing of the Council’s leader.
“Where is he?” Swanson asked at length. “Medical?”
“In storage. Since lockdown, none of them has left the building. They might be a contrary and awkward lot, but they respond well to protocol. It was a fight to even gain entrance.”
“And Benedict?”
Jeanette smiled, a thin-lipped grim expression. “There we have good news. He showed up not long ago. Security found him out of another part of the building and delivered him here. He’s in his own personal lockdown in one
