(Reese)
I was still awake when they got back.
I'd tried to sleep but gave up around eleven and sat with my laptop working through show correspondence until I heard the gates open.
I gave it ten minutes before I went out.
Noah was in the hallway.
He looked up when I came through. Calm. Present. Acting like everything was fine and committed to keeping it that way.
"You're still up," he said.
"You're late," I said.
"It took longer than expected."
"Is it done?"
"Reyes is handled," he said.
I looked at him. He was standing the way he always stood, nothing about him suggesting anything was wrong. But something was. I couldn't name it or point to anything specific. Just the instinct that came from watching someone carefully enough to notice when they were performing normal instead of b
