Brilliant, right, none of it was his business. It wasn't as though it involved the safety of possibly dozens of people nor a highly dangerous fugitive, it just wasn't his business. "How is this none of my business? When there are people put in danger by your withholding of information, it becomes the public's business. Everyone's business." He snapped, adding a snarl at the word 'business.'
Devlin noticed, belatedly, that she'd only stood when he entered, and the quill on the desk - but no journal? "What did you do?" He demanded, knowing full well she'd just written to someone.