Chris kept the document in his hand for a few seconds longer, his eyes moving slowly across the lines of ink as though he were not merely reading the transfer order but trying to understand the mind of the person who had written it, because whoever had prepared this accusation had not acted carelessly.
The paper carried the Lennox command seal, the authorization format followed the correct armory protocol, and even the timing recorded in the logbook matched the period when the night shift had been busiest, which meant the person behind this had carefully chosen a moment when oversight would naturally weaken.
That alone told Chris something important. It was not a random mistake, but someone had orchestrated it.
He lifted his gaze slowly from the document and studied the Wayne officer standing before him, whose posture remained confident but whose eyes held a faint tension that only someone accustomed to observing people closely would notice.
