She walked past him, her steps measured, her back straight. She did not look back, but she felt his eyes on her until she turned the corner.
[That was a warning.]
She kept walking. "I know. Anyone with eyes can tell."
[He knows you are looking into the accounts. Someone told him.]
"Or he is the rat."
[Possibly. But coyotes are rarely the ones at the top. They do the dirty work for someone else.]
She reached the study door, pushed it open, and stepped inside. The room was empty, the afternoon light filtering through the windows. She locked the door behind her and set Auriel on a soft blanket on the floor, where he immediately began waving his arms and legs.
"Stay here, little one. Mummy has work to do."
She sat at Uriel's desk and pulled up the accounts on the terminal.
The data MS had compiled was still there, the red highlights pulsing softly.
Tomorrow was her last day.
She had to find the rat
