“And what does the fund cost me?”

Her hand came up to her collarbone and found nothing there, no pearls to straighten.

She put it back in her lap.

“Ten minutes in the courtyard.

That’s all I’m asking.”

My phone buzzed before I answered her.

Hale, from the basement office, with one thing to say.

The security contractor had agreed to pull a backup drive out of a server in Atlanta.