I watch him carefully as he moves about the tent. His hair is perfectly smoothed to the side and his golden eyes remain empty as he looks through the reports on his desk for several minutes. When he finishes the first batch, he glances my way. It’s dark in this corner of the tent, and I’m peering at him through slitted eyes, so I don’t think he realizes I’m also observing him. He pauses for a few beats before returning to his pages.
