The three days of research looked like this:
Rell at the table from seven in the morning until Nia made him eat something, building a portrait of Davan from public records, Assembly transcripts, voting histories, the particular archaeology of a political career that had been consistently right and consistently blocked.
Suri with the band analysis, running Solt's green through every variation of managed-file signature she knew until she found the specific protocol, Order-issued, used for protected witnesses and undercover operatives and people whose files someone with significant clearance had decided needed to stay clean.
Mara accessing the Order's internal logs with the careful patience of someone who had been doing this for years, pulling threads without pulling hard enough to make the fabric pucker.
