Dean Marshall.

He was the head of Ravencrest’s disciplinary board. Former military. Cold eyes. Voice like gravel. The kind of man who didn’t tolerate excuses and had zero patience for drama. If you got a summons from him, you didn’t sleep the night before.

And there he was.

His name, listed beside all the others.

“He was part of it?” I asked, voice barely a whisper.

Maya didn’t look away from the screen. “That explains a lot, doesn’t it?”

I swallowed. “The missing records. ...