Damien knocked once and came in without waiting.
That was how Damien announced bad news. One knock. No pause.
Caelan set down his pen.
"Riven was on the floor," Damien said.
"When."
"Forty minutes ago. Side entrance. He used the parking structure access."
Caelan looked at him.
"Who gave him that access."
"That's what I'm trying to determine. It wasn't issued through standard channels. It may be a legacy credential from the infrastructure partnership two years ago that was never revoked." Damien paused. "I've locked it. It won't work again."
"What did he want."
"He spoke to Seren. Approximately twelve minutes. I wasn't close enough to hear the content."
Caelan was quiet for a moment.
Not the processing quiet. The other kind, the one Damien had learned over seven years to recognize as more significant than raised voices or sharp words. The quiet that meant something was being decided.
