Nala and I stepped out of Maeve's office and stood in front of the closed door for a few seconds. Neither of us said anything. The corridor lights hummed softly above us.
After a moment, we walked to the right, further down the corridor, and stopped in front of a large window overlooking the parking lot.
Snow was falling steadily outside, dusting the cars and pavement in white.
"Can we trust this Tuck person, Evan?" she asked, her voice serious.
"Of course we can," I said with a nod.
"Okay…" she muttered, staring out at the snow. "Okay… we'll find out where those recordings were saved… right, Evan?"
I smiled slightly. "Yes. Don't worry about it."
She stayed quiet for another few seconds, then pushed herself off the windowsill and glanced down the corridor. It was mostly empty. A couple of employees stood near the far end making phone calls. A cleaning staff member was wiping mud off the floor near the entrance.
"I'll…" Nala said quietly.
