Flashback ( PDFDrive )

“He doesn’t, actually,” Alden corrected. “His memories are gone,
Fitz.”
“For now,” Fitz snapped back.
Alden pinched the bridge of his nose. “If your brother went
anywhere near the override, we’d know. And if he tried to turn off the
gates, Dex’s gadget would render him unconscious before he could
leap away. He also doesn’t have the code to activate the panel. But if it
would make you feel better, I can station one of the goblins there.”
“Two,” Fitz countered.
“Fine,” Alden promised. “Feel better now?”
Sophie did. But Fitz ignored the question.
“What about your office?” he asked. “Why haven’t you let anyone
search there?”
“Because I’m an Emissary for the Council and ninety percent of my
records are highly classified. I can’t have your sister and her friends
rifling through them because you’re trying to punish me!”
“If we were trying to punish you, we’d trash the house,” Fitz
argued, sucking in a long, calming breath. “We want to check your
office because we’re trying to stop whatever the Neverseen are
planning.”
“I can assure you, son, if the answers were in there, I would’ve
found them. I’ve searched my office.”
“Since the Tribunal?” Fitz verified.
“Yes. Twice, actually. There’s nothing but books and papers and
some creatures swimming behind glass. But even if there were
something more interesting than that, my office is also locked—very
thoroughly. No one has access but me.”