Chapter 44 · Both Names, No Appendix

"You want to explain this before I file it?"

Cho drops a photo on the equipment trunk between us, face up, so I have to look. Me and Torin in the pump room. His hand wrapped around my wrist. My palm flat on his chest. The angle's ugly. Makes a standoff look like something else.

"Where'd you get that." My voice comes out flat. Not because I'm calm. Because if I let the shake in, it'll show on my face too.

"Trustee's office got it anonymous, this morning. Two hours before your seventh game." Cho doesn't blink. "Funny timing."

Torin doesn't reach for it. "You planning on telling me who sent it, or just planning on waving it."

"I'm planning on telling the board she's compromised." Cho looks at me now, not him. "A collateral officer sleeping with the asset doesn't get to certify anything. You know that, June."

I want to grab the photo and rip it in half. I don't. Ripping it does nothing — he's had copies since this morning.