Sebastian was already in the war room when she arrived.
He was never early. He arrived precisely when the work required him, not before. Early meant he had been sitting with something and had decided this was the morning it got said.
She came through the door and read him in one pass—the set of his shoulders, the evidence package on the table in front of him, the specific quality of stillness that was not his operational stillness but the other kind, the one that meant something had cost him and he was not going to let it show any more than necessary—and she crossed to the table and sat down without preamble.
