The former logistics worker tried to shut the door when he saw Bram.
Bram stepped back instead of catching it. He had learned where to put his boot when someone wanted a door kept open. The fact that he remembered the trick made it important not to use it.
Sera waited at the street corner, visible but too far away to overhear. Bram had asked to make the approach himself because the worker knew him. Now he saw how little that familiarity promised.
“I didn’t come from command,” he said through the narrowing gap.
“That’s what you would say.”
“Yes.”
The door stopped. The worker kept the chain fastened.
Bram held up the schedule Kellan’s contact had supplied. “We already have these public delivery intervals. I want to know which ones don’t fit how the depot works.”
