He called from a bench in the park near the clinic.
Caelan had gone ahead, back to the building to brief Legal, and Seren had stood on the pavement and watched him go and then walked to the nearest bench and sat down and held his phone for a full minute before dialing.
Adrian answered on the second ring.
"Seren." His voice was the same as it always was. Direct. Careful in the specific way of someone whose job had trained him to be careful with everything. "It's Friday morning. You okay?"
"I need to tell you some things," Seren said. "A lot of things. And I need you to let me finish before you say anything."
A pause.
"That's not a good opening," Adrian said.
"No. It's not." Seren looked at the park around him. Two pigeons. A woman with a pushchair. The ordinary Friday texture of a city that didn't know what was happening on this bench. "Are you somewhere you can talk?"
"I'm in my car. I've got time." A shift, the sound of Adrian settling. "Go ahead."
Seren went ahead.
