DUKE POV
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Duke drew the drive home.
Not a specific image — more of a feeling, a sequence of impressions he laid down in the sketchbook with the loose, unhurried hand of someone working from memory rather than life. The car park. The way the light hit the stone of the council building from a low angle. Mitch in the passenger seat with his phone face-down for the third time in a day, which was a record. Silo at the wheel, the specific line of his shoulders when something had gone well and he was processing it privately. Ziko in the back, telling a version of events that had been upgraded in real time and bore only aesthetic relationship to what had actually happened.
Ryke and Neva in the other car.
He'd caught one image of them before they left — not posed, just caught, the way his b
