She started to turn, then stopped.

“He’ll have something folded in his breast pocket.

Three folds, always the same three.”

“How do you know what’s in his pocket, ma’am?”

She put her glasses on and did not answer.

The stenographer’s keys clicked once and went quiet.

General Vance set the manila folder in the middle of the table and left it shut.

“You asked to be heard first, Colonel,” she said.