After dinner, Diego announced the debriefing. We sat on couches in our wing's rest room, keeping me out of the way, out of the way of prying eyes cast in my direction.

She held her coffee mug in front of her like a shield and prepared to listen.

- I remind you of the essence of the matter, - the elder Favorra pulled out a communicator and flipped through some records. “Four days ago, 2nd dan, Second Division mentalist copper, Gremuald Crawford…”

“He’s talking about our Graham,” Butch told me, standing up and waving at me so that I could hear him for sure, “The empath that was before you....