“Until the page and lens are recovered,” Felix said.
Iven Sorn waited.
Felix disliked a man who could make silence resemble a question without doing anything rude enough to object to.
“The evidence has been interfered with,” he continued. “We can’t pretend this is an ordinary review.”
“It isn’t,” Iven said. “What happens to the suspended certificates while we wait?”
A Gannet trade representative rose from the bench beside the aisle.
“Two of our approvals are held. The city won’t stop working because you’re here, but our suppliers would like to know whose certificate they’re allowed to accept.”
At the other side, a lowland operator lifted a folded gate schedule.
