The drawer held the question without opening.
Ty kept his hand on the sickle and let the wood wait. The room wanted him to rush. It wanted a clean answer to a dirty question, the kind of answer a clerk could stamp until it looked honest from a distance.
Who had heard Bone Half call back?
The words stayed on the brass tag, neat enough to hate.
JJ's wrist panel warmed before she touched it. A paid route tried to unfold at the edge of the glass. The price showed first, because the office knew exactly how to make help look urgent.
One stored name memory.
JJ pushed the window aside with her thumb and pinned it under the corner of her palm. "I can see the price, and I am not feeding it."
Ty looked at the little blue mark still pulsing under her hand. "Then keep your hand there until it stops begging."
"I was already doing that before you started supervising my bad ideas."
