Hale wrote down the plate and didn’t look up from it.

“Then who signs it?” I said.

“Somebody who doesn’t have to run for anything.” He wrote an address on the back of his card and handed it over, and the card was warm from his hand.

“We don’t skip steps.

We secure that server before they even know we have the address.”

“How long is ninety days?”

“From the fourteenth of October, it’s the twelfth of January.” He put the car in gear.

“Which sounds like time, until you count the motions they can file.”