Lena's POV
I moved into the corridor.
The voice from the entrance hall was male — not raised, not aggressive, but carrying the specific authority of someone who had arrived with a purpose and intended to see it through. I heard Damian's voice responding. Reeves. A third voice I didn't recognise.
Then I turned the corner into the entrance hall and saw them.
Three men in plain clothes. Not Victor's kind of men — no tailored precision, no deliberate threat in the posture. These were different. The specific quality of people who carried institutional authority rather than personal power.
And the man in the centre — the one whose voice I'd recognised.
Farrell.
Deputy Chief Constable Andrew Farrell, standing in Damian's entrance hall at eight forty in the morning with two colleagues and a
