Kade's office still smelled of smoke, despite the wide-open windows. The fire had been brought under control that morning, but the smell lingered like a shadow that didn't belong there. The wooden desk was covered with reports with burnt edges, blurred copies, and hastily written notes. Kade remained leaning against the corner of the desk, his arms crossed, his shoulder throbbing in a way he pretended to ignore. Jhon, Samir, and Nolan occupied the chairs in front of him, each with an ...