Everything at CGI looked normal. The morning sun streamed through the tall windows, casting long, bright rectangles across the polished floors and reflecting off the rows of parked agent vehicles. The car Becky and I had used yesterday sat among them, still bearing faint dust from the streets, its doors closed and windows dark.
I went in. The first people I ran into in the hallway were Danny and Ernesto, walking side by side on their way out. Ernesto's blue hair was as messy as ever, catching the overhead lights.
"Morning, Bram," Ernesto said, stopping with an easy smile and raising a hand in greeting. Danny just passed by without a word, his serious face unchanged, eyes forward.
"Morning," I said.
"Has Sherry arrived?" Ernesto asked, glancing back down the corridor. "Been looking for her."
"Can't say. I just got here," I said, already moving past them.
"Tell her we've gone to see Becky," he called after me, voice echoing slightly down the hall. The youngest of all of us.
