The complaint arrived on a Thursday.
Not a patient complaint — those I knew how to handle, had handled, would handle again with the specific efficiency of someone who had been running a ward for four years. This was different.
It came through the Lycan Medical Authority.
Formal. Documented. A review request.
The name on it was one I had not heard in over three years.
Dr. Cassiel Drenn, the junior council member who had been part of Nara's extended network, had flagged it. He sent it to me directly rather than letting it hit the formal system first, which told me something about the nature of it and also about how much the city had changed in a year.
I read it twice.
Then I called Adisa.
"I know," she said, before I could speak.
"How," I said.
"It was filed four days ago," she sai
