The Siren Dossier

~Kaelen~

Wyatt dropped the folder on my desk at 8 AM without knocking, which he knew I tolerated and which he did specifically because he knew I tolerated it. He had a coffee in his other hand and the expression he wore when he had done something thorough that he was proud of and was waiting for me to acknowledge.

I looked at the folder. Then at him.

"Siren," he said.

I pulled the folder toward me