Garcia' POV
My head rests against Atticus' solid shoulder as I flip through another dusty file. The paperwork dates back to weeks after Barbara's return to the Palace, and from what I can see, she completely ignored the issues outlined in this particular report.
I hand the file to Collin, pointing to where it should be sorted. We have mountains of these documents to review and organize by year. This tedious process will take forever, but it needs to be done.
"What the hell was Barbara thinking during all this time?" Atticus mutters, and we all exchange helpless shrugs. None of us can figure out what was going through her mind during her tenure as Royal Beta. Any theory we come up with could be completely wrong.
A sharp knock interrupts my concentration. Herbert appears in the doorway, his face twisted with irritation.
