Ren read the message twice before putting it down.
"Does this put him in trouble?"
I had expected a question about where to deliver it. The laundry court had two entrances, and I had written the less obvious one beneath the name of the office.
"It asks him to speak to me."
"I can read that part."
He said it carefully, but not so carefully that I could pretend to miss it. The porter was the man I had mistaken for a threat when he came through the service passage with bedding. Ren had requested the delivery. I had later told security about the mistake, and the porter wasn't accused of anything.
He also worked a route Nyx had watched before entering my room. That made him useful. I had written the message while thinking mostly about that.
"He might have seen someone near the upper approach," I said. "Or noticed when the service door began closing differently."
"Will someone ask why he spoke to you?"
"Possibly."
Ren kept looking at me.
