A stack of file folders was neatly arranged on one side, while a half-dozen pens, all facing in the same direction, were perfectly centered on the desk blotter.
His gaze strayed to the desk, where Katie's file sat.
The messenger held out a small thumb drive with what Kris hoped contained a report identifying the two shapeshifter demons. He left, and Kris plugged the thumb drive into his small PDA. A single file was on the drive, and he opened it.
He picked up what looked like a medical file and became as still as the death dealer, as if forgetting her presence completely.