Midnight passed over the compound without anyone noticing, and in the command tent beside the half-built main building, the counter-investigation stopped being an evening activity and became a night shift.
Nyx had the routing sheet spread under the lamp with her annotations spidering off every desk the order had crossed. It was the first federal document she had ever dissected in her life, a fact she was managing by treating it like a puzzle somebody had been rude enough to publish unsolved.
"Okay, professionals. Check my homework." She turned the sheet around and slid it across to Doug.
"Two people touched this who shouldn't have. I think. A scheduling clerk who moved a six-week queue in one afternoon, and the review desk that waved it past without a single question. Everyone else just did their jobs. Right, or am I seeing ghosts?"
Doug read down her annotations once, then read them again, slower, which from him was applause.
