Noah POV

"If you have nothing to hide," I say, "what's the panic for?"

I keep my voice level, the same tone you'd use to make an observation about the weather, and I watch Paige's face do the thing faces do when a person is trying to construct an expression that doesn't match what's happening inside them. She's looking at Brandon, then at me, then at Brandon again, and the report is still on the floor between us where she dropped it.

"I'm not panicking." She finds her ...