Kendrick found out on a Thursday evening.
Not from Damian.
From Alehandra.
She called at seven fifteen while Kendrick was in the bookshop — they'd been going through Sandra's preliminary notes on the counter-challenge response, the documents spread across the counter, two cold cups of tea at the edges — and Alehandra's name appeared on his screen and he answered because he always answered when she called.
"Are you somewhere you can talk," she said.
"Yes." He stepped into the back. "What is it."
"I need to tell you something," she said. "Something I told Damian on Tuesday and should have told you first." A pause. "I'm telling you now because the counter-challenge changes the timeline and I think you need to understand the full picture before the next weeks happen."
Kendrick leaned against the stockroom shelf.
"Tell me," he said.
She told him.
