I said: "Say that again."
Maret said: "The lycan registration number attached to the false-name patient file belongs to Celeste Horne."
I looked at Zevran.
He had gone completely still.
He had heard every word. He always heard every word. Lycan hearing was, at this point in our relationship, something I had fully accounted for and occasionally found extremely useful.
"Where is she supposed to be?" I said to Zevran, hand over the phone.
"Vaulted City safe house," he said. Flat. Immediate. "Asylum request. She was being housed there pending the prosecution process."
I said into the phone: "Maret. Has anyone at the facility reported this patient's presence to the prosecution authority or the High Council?"
"No," Maret said. "That's the problem. The file has been actively suppressed —
