The twenty-four hours passed.
Damian spent most of them in the library.
Not because he had decided anything.
Because sitting still in a place that had started to feel like his was easier than sitting still anywhere else.
He read.
He made notes.
He added two more documents to the pattern map.
He did not count hours.
He did not check his phone every twelve minutes.
He did not stare at the door.
He was not particularly successful at any of these things.
Kendrick came at 10am.
He was carrying a folder.
Not thick.
Not thin.
The specific weight of something that had been assembled carefully and quickly by people who were good at their jobs.
He set it on the table without preamble.
Sat across from Damian.
Not at the window.
At the table.
"Look at it," he said.
Damian looked at it.
It was legal research.
