Lawrence.
I leaned back against the cool marble wall of the executive briefing room, staring at the digital tablet resting on the polished oak table. The room was deathly quiet, save for the rhythmic tapping of Leonard's fingers against his armrest and Lurgard's heavy, deliberate breathing as he paced back and forth across the hardwood floor.
Down the corridor, Nora was standing guard outside Theresa's door like an iron pillar. Knowing Theresa was finally sleeping, sheltered behind an operative who answered to no one but her, brought a faint sliver of peace to my chest. But the quiet in the hospital wing only made the darkness brewing in this room feel infinitely heavier.
