Cornered on the council's third floor, Tom Calver watched the man from the personnel desk unfold joints that bent the wrong way, and answered it the only way a housing assessor knows how. "You are making an assumption about what I will do," the thing in the lanyard said. "I am making an observation about what you are. I cannot undo it. The question is not whether I have seen. The question is whether the foyer sees." "You are gambling." "I am filing a risk assessment. The risk of letting me leave is lower than the risk of revealing what you are. That is not a gamble. That is arithmetic."







