Draven.
Ten minutes later, my office door opened, and Jeffery stepped in first, followed by Dennis, a step behind him.
Neither bothered with a greeting; they knew better. The room itself felt too heavy for small courtesies.
I leaned back in the chair, gaze steady on Jeffery. "Update me," I said, voice even. "The fake investigation team," I clarified when he hesitated.
Jeffery clasped his hands behind his back. "Superficially, there is no real progress, Alpha," he began. "Duskmoor's team keeps looping the same questions. It's deliberate — they're not searching, they're performing. Their questions lead nowhere, and their routes double back on each other."
I nodded once, as expected. "Anything useful?"
Jeffery's eyes flickered, just slightly. "Yes. While they kept circling, some of their men spoke too freely. I caught them mentioning a facility — they called it the 'South Block Reserve' — as one of the restricted areas. I passed this to Dennis."
