Or worse.
He closed the file slowly, not because he was finished with it, but because he needed a moment to think before acting. Over the years, Victor had developed a reputation for control, for discipline, for running his facility with a level of order that others respected, even if they didn’t always like it. He believed in structure, in procedure, in the idea that if you followed the rules closely enough, chaos could be kept at a distance.
But this—
This didn’t fit into any structure he trusted.
“Get me surveillance from Block D,” he said finally, pressing the intercom without taking his eyes off the folder. “Past six weeks. All angles.”