I turned back to Miller.

“Go home, Arthur,” I said. “Keep your head down.”

“Be careful, Eleanor,” he said.

I stepped out into the hallway and pulled the heavy door shut behind me.

I walked quickly, taking the service elevator up to the ground floor.

The elevator doors opened onto a quiet, carpeted hallway.

I kept my head down, avoiding the security cameras as I walked toward the tribunal annex.

The afternoon sun was beginning to set, casting long shadows across the marble floor.

I reached the entrance of the tribunal offices, where two armed guards stood watch.

I pulled out my old security badge, the one with my married name.

*Eleanor Harrington.*

I handed it to the guard on the left.

He looked at the badge, then up at my face.

“Mrs. Harrington,” he said, his voice respectful. “The Colonel is not in his office today.”

“I’m not here for Cole,” I said. “I have authorization from General Albright to speak with the detainee.”

I showed him the digital signature on my phone that Albright had sent me earlier.

The guard hesitated, looking at his partner.