POV: Kesley

The room didn't change.

The light was the same, the table was the same, Nora was sitting in the same position with the same coat and the same careful blankness she had been wearing since the second recording had finished playing. Everything was exactly as it had been thirty seconds ago.

But the air had changed.

"Brian," I said. It came out not quite a question.

"I don't have the full picture," she said, and the way she said it told me she understood the weight of what she was about to put on the table and was choosing her words with a precision I had not associated...