Looks at all of us.
Then—
“We’ve got a situation.”
Miles exhales under his breath.
“Don’t we always.”
Russ ignores that.
His gaze sweeps the room.
Then—
It lands on me.
Just for a second.
Too quick for most people to notice.
Not quick enough for me.
Yeah.
This has something to do with me.
I straighten slightly.
Not obvious.
Just enough.
“What kind of situation?” Lucas asks.
Russ doesn’t answer right away.
Instead, he opens the file.
Turns it around.
Slides it across the table.
Right into the center.
We all lean in.
Photos.
Reports.
Locations.
Medical tags.
That’s what catches my attention.
Medical.
