The engineer would meet Juno. She would not meet Bram.
Her reply arrived through the independent advocate who had contacted people connected with the certification. Bram read it at the clinic desk and put the phone down without asking Tessa to try again on his behalf.
“Her name is Anja Rehn,” he said. “I took a schedule to her office when Aegis wanted the sign-off.”
“Did you threaten her?” Eli asked.
“I told her which contracts depended on not delaying the work. I stood in the doorway while I said it.”
Bram looked toward the open clinic door. It was a narrow space, ordinary enough until someone who frightened you decided to occupy it.
“What do you have now?” Tessa asked.
“The date. The message I carried. The office I reported to afterward. My own account of what I said.”
