Damian's POV
I kept my face composed.
It took more than usual.
The paper in my hand — my paper, from my office, a specific stock that lived in the second drawer of my desk and nowhere else in this building — was doing something that most pieces of evidence didn't manage.
It was making me question everything I thought I knew about the security of my own house.
I folded it carefully and put it in my jacket pocket.
"Stay here," I said to Lena.
"Absolutely not," she said.
I looked at her.
She looked back with the particular steadiness that I had long since stopped expecting to outlast and no longer tried to.
"Fine," I said. "Stay close."
The sweep of the house took forty minutes.
Reeves and two others moved through it systematically while I watched the monitors in the security room
