(Cassidy)
I left Harlow's section in a better mood than I'd arrived in.
The hallway was quiet. Most of the compound had wound down after the busy morning and people had drifted back to their own sections.
I pushed open the door to our section and stepped inside.
Dane was at the table with his phone. He looked up when I came in. There was a plate and a drink already on the counter which told me he'd been expecting me back around now.
I sat down across from him and he set his phone aside.
"How'd it go?" he asked.
"Productive," I said.
I reached for the drink and looked at him.
"She made a call," I said. "To her old firm. The woman who runs it now trained with Harlow. She wants to meet me. Informal. Just a conversation."
Dane looked at me.
"What firm?" he asked.
"Harlow's old real
