Their access was suspended.

Liam’s recorder went into his breast pocket with the red light still on.

Derek sat with both hands flat on the table and watched a young lawyer pick up his laptop by the corner, the way you carry a casserole that might spill.

The screen woke up as it went past me and asked for a password.

Derek looked at it and said nothing at all.

Diane met me at the doorway with her bag already on her shoulder.