Corliss in Atlanta drafts them.

It’ll look like a bank statement and read like a lock.” Pendelton walked me to the door and held it open with one hand, and he didn’t let go of it while I passed.

“Call me when it’s over.

Not before.”

At half past ten, the hospital lobby had a floor buffer running by the gift shop and two volunteers folding newsletters at a card table.

Evelyn came through the automatic doors with Victoria at her shoulder and a man in a gray suit carrying a leather portfolio under one arm.