The room seemed to narrow around me.
Ryan.
Of course.
“He’s in custody?” I asked.
“Yes, ma’am.”
General Halvorsen’s expression hardened. He was a man with silver hair, a quiet voice, and the unnerving stillness of someone who had spent decades watching storms form before other people noticed clouds. “Did he gain access to classified areas?”
“No, sir. He was stopped at the gate. The credentials failed authentication immediately.”
I exhaled through my nose, slowly, precisely, the way I had learned to breathe in rooms where panic could ruin everything.
“What did he say?” I asked.
The captain hesitated. “He said his wife had been unstable since receiving a promotion. He said he needed to bring you home before you embarrassed the Army.”
For one wild second, I almost laughed.
