Rovan answered the unknown call with a dry throat.
He had stopped pretending unknown numbers were normal. Every time one appeared now, his first thought was not curiosity but damage. He stepped away from his desk, moved into the narrow records corridor, and looked once behind him before speaking.
"Yes?"
"You have news," the caller said.
Rovan closed his eyes for half a second.
It was him.
"They are asking questions," Rovan said quickly. "The international people from World Zone are not only asking in the underworld now. They are circling the police side too."
"What questions?"
"The forest road shooting. Maren Voss. Who received the first information. Who moved the police response. Who wrote the first report." Rovan's voice dropped further. "They are trying to see if police were used."
The line stayed quiet.
Rovan hated that quiet.
"I am telling you because if they reach the wrong file, I will be dragged in," he said. "Tell me what to do."
"Good," the caller said.
