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“You know who accused me. You know what systems flagged me. You know why those males were at Bren, or at least more than you’re admitting. You know what that designation meant. You know what kind of place this is.”

I gestured around us. “And you know what you are.”

Silence.

“I know almost none of those things.”

He looked at me for several seconds. Then he pulled out the second chair and sat. Actually sat.

I nearly commented on it. Decided not to ruin the moment.

“You are right,” he said.

That stopped me.

I slowly lowered myself into my chair again. “Sorry, what?”

“You do not have enough information.”

I stared at him. “Are you feeling well?”

“Yes.”

“You just admitted I was right.”

“I do not object to accuracy.”

“Could’ve fooled me.”

His gaze sharpened. “Your accusation was issued through a classified security channel.”

My amusement disappeared. “What kind of security channel?”

“One not used for administrative disputes.”

“So not Central Review.”

“No.”

“Military?”

“No.”

“Then what?”

He paused. “I cannot tell you yet.”

I laughed without humor. “And we’re back.”

“But the males at Bren were not part of the same channel.”

I frowned. “What does that mean?”

“It means more than one group may be searching for you.”

The enclosed room seemed to shrink another foot around me.

“How many?”