Cauley.

Signed out at ten oh five.

Left a Macon number.”

He walked to the copier, ran the page front and back, and stapled it twice before he handed it over.

At a quarter past four, the elevator doors opened on four, and Evelyn Whitmore came out carrying white roses in a florist’s box.

Denny Ruiz, the guard on the floor, stepped off his stool.

“Ma’am, room four is restricted.”