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This was supposed to be a conversation. It became something else. I'm not sorry.
I told myself, walking down the corridor at half past eleven, that I was going to tell him about Riven. That was the reason. The only reason. I had evidence, I had a timeline, and he needed to know.
I believed that right up until he opened the door.
He was still dressed … shirt untucked, sleeves rolled to the elbow, which meant he'd been working. He looked at me and then past me, checking the corridor the way he always did, automatic as breathing.
"Riven," I said. "I think it was Riven. The inside contact Aldric mentioned."
He didn't move from the doorframe. Arms crossed, shoulder against the wood, watching me. "Tell me why."
So I did. Standing in the hallway like we were colleagues discussing a s
