Ryder
The report was five lines long. It was clear and efficient, exactly the way I'd trained my men to write them.
"Subject: Adrian Ward and Brielle Harrington. Location: Cafe in neutral ground, pack district boundary. Duration: Approximately forty minutes. Tone: Unknown. No third parties present."
I read it twice. Then I set it on my desk and looked at it for a moment longer than was necessary.
There was something happening in my chest that I refused to name. Whatever it was, it wasn't helpful, and I wasn't going to give it room.
I had no claim on Brielle Harrington. I was clear about that. She was twenty years old. She was technically still engaged to my nephew, even if that arrangement looked like it was falling apart faster than anyone planned. She was also the same girl who had
