Claire was back at the station by one, and Wayne tracked her down in the breakroom.

Wayne Owens pushed his reading glasses up his nose and put a thin paper cup down in front of her.

“The machine’s out of cream.

Don’t say I didn’t warn you.”

“I’ve had a lot worse.”

He sat down across from her and laced his fingers together.

“The attorneys are auditing the log.

The whole thing.