Meanwhile, a few doors down at the far end of the hallway, Magnus sat in silence, already three moves ahead.
Roman thought he had exposed the truth. He had only made the first mistake.
That had bought him time. Time to think, to move pieces into place. As far as he was concerned, Roman was already several steps behind, either scrambling or chasing the wrong trail.
Magnus leaned back slightly in his chair, his fingers resting against the armrest, his thoughts settling into a quiet rhythm.
Then—
A sharp knock cut cleanly through the stillness, and Magnus lifted his gaze to the door but said nothing.
A second passed, then the handle turned, and the door opened just enough for Vance to lean in.
"The physiotherapist is here," he said, his tone as composed as ever.
Magnus's eyes shifted, focus sharpening again. He gave a small nod, straightening slightly in his seat. "Send him in."
Vance inclined his head and stepped back, opening the door wider.
