Field surveillance is never this interesting.
 
I should know. The last six weeks have been nothing but following McDuff to doctor appointments, on coffee runs, on actual runs where he eats up ten miles of road like it’s nothing, and on an assortment of domestic errands so boring, I need to overcaffeinate myself to get through them.
 
Finally, McDuff and Lily Thornton are on a date.
 
Took them long enough.
 
For six weeks, every spare moment of my life has been spent doing one of three things: reading reports about activities at the compound, following McDuff, or learning what I can about my brother.
 
That last one has turned out to be the hardest.
 
Kina, according to my sources, is doing fine. There are more babies in the nursery than usual, but other than that, the place is calm. Sally and Smith seem to be the local leaders in charge, and Svetnu has transferred some new people from Canada, a guy named Roish from Toronto and Patti, from Canmore.
 
Until I meet them, I won’t know whether they’re any good, but as long as they leave Kina alone, it’s fine for now.