“What was he hunting for?” Richard asked.

Emily pulled her sleeves down even farther, her fingers knotting into the soft wool until her knuckles went white.

“He went through every drawer of my writing desk,” she said, her voice sinking lower.

“He was so furious when he couldn’t find…”

She stopped talking and shut her eyes, her shoulders shaking beneath the heavy coat.

Richard picked up the black handset from the console and flicked the top toggle switch twice with his thumb.

“Advisor, this is Sierra One,” Richard said into the mouthpiece.