Chapter 12 · free to read
Eleven minutes. He had used four of them arguing with a duty sergeant about a warrant for a garden.
The glyph was already there. Whatever was about to happen in that room had been scheduled before the rain started.
He had been reading the same drawing for ten years. He had never once needed the magnifier to know what it said.
Two minutes early. Even his punctuality had been a lie told to a man who trusted drawings.
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