POV: Kesley

The room had the energy of people who had been presented with something and had mostly decided what to think about it.

I looked at their faces as I walked to the table, Folkestone carefully neutral, Frederick Barnes watching Leo with an expression caught between recognition and alarm.

Rachel Stewart with her hands folded and her face giving nothing away, Carl Houghton not quite meeting my eyes.

Zach stood and launched immediately, the way he always did when he believed he had leverage, fast and loud, filling the room with his version of events before anyone else could speak.

The video was circulated, a short clip, grainy in...