“The grand jury sits November eighteenth,” I said.

“It does.

Which is why we stay inside the window and don’t get in a hurry.” He closed the file.

“Juries aren’t impressed by speed.

They’re impressed by paper.”

I put both hands on the table and looked at the stopped frame until my eyes went dry.

The printer sat at the end of the hall by the vending machine.

Hale sent four stills to it and stood over the tray while they came out, one warm page at a time.