Willa's eyebrows raised at Lansing's phrasing. She hadn't seen anything on the ride in from the north that resembled war conditions - not beyond the new normal, at least. He couldn't mean the struggle against the undead; Austin wasn't without law enforcement, and Cal had told stories about the perils of the Department of Resource runs. "A turf war," she repeated.
The office was littered with paper; surely somewhere in the mess there were files that were prompting her fingers to itch, files that would explain who or what Olinger and Lansing saw as the enemy, the focus for Willa's investigation. "Who's the opposition?"