"Oh, hey, Asher. Good morn—"
I walked right past Loona, completely ignoring her greeting as my eyes swept across her apartment. During my previous visits, I'd never given a single damn about the layout of the room, but now I was dissecting everything, the alignment of the windows, the spacing of the furniture, the structural depth of the walls. These syndicate freaks clearly loved their secret passages; for all I knew, there was a hidden mechanism in this very room, just like the one in the caretaker's quarters that led straight to my surveillance hub.
I traced my fingers along the edges of the furniture, checking under the desks, tilting the lamps, and probing the framework of the couches. Nothing. Not a single hidden latch or anomalous seam. It was frustrating.
I glanced back at Loona, who was standing by the kitchen counter with an expression of utter bewilderment.
