The note was short enough that Beorn had finished reading it twice before Lewin turned fully for the doorway. He considered leaving it beside the report on the desk, then changed his mind and folded it into his coat instead.
The choice meant something. Lewin noticed, though he gave no indication beyond continuing toward the corridor.
They walked together without discussing where they were going. Lewin's people occupied this section of the citadel complex, beyond the scent of the kitchens and the records room, past the stairwell that descended toward the guards garrison.
"How did you identify them?" Beorn asked.
"Behavioral patterns," Lewin said. "They didn't move like refugees."
Lewin adjusted his gloves as they walked. "My people observed the building they were using for two days. Their schedule, the way they rationed food, the way they managed movement through the district, none of it matched the surrounding slums population."
