The question caught everyone in the room off guard.
Ezekiel stared at the barrier for a moment, making sure he had heard her correctly.
"Holland?" he repeated. He wanted to be certain that was the name she had said.
Marie didn't answer immediately.
Then she gave a small nod.
"Yes."
Ezekiel slowly turned his head to look at the others in the room.
He couldn't be the only one who had heard that, right?
Was he going crazy?
The expressions on their faces told him otherwise. Every single person looked as though they had just heard something they couldn't quite process. One officer had frozen mid-reach for a water bottle. Another had stopped typing altogether, fingers still suspended above the keyboard. The casual fatigue that had settled over the room after Philip's testimony had vanished in an instant, replaced by a sharp, collective alertness.
What was going on?
She wanted to meet Holland?
