Wren's Pov
Detective Mara Ilves didn't look like a threat. That's what worried me most, watching her cross the fourteenth floor toward my desk with a visitor's badge clipped crooked to her blazer and a coffee she hadn't paid for in her hand, moving like she had all the time in the world and nowhere better to spend it.
"Wren Hale?" She said it like a question she already knew the answer to. "Detective Mara Ilves. I was hoping to ask you a few things, if you've got a minute."
Priya went very still three desks over, watching over the top of her monitor with the particular alertness of a woman who'd spent eight months learning to read my face and had just noticed something in it she didn't have a name for yet.
"Of course," I said, and heard how steady it came out, and hated how much practi
