“I’ve got an investor coming Thursday,” he said.

“That fixes everything.

It was always going to fix it.”

He picked up page four, folded it once, and slipped it into his back pocket.

“That’s my copy.”

“It’s a copy,” he said.

“You’re not the only one who knows how to pull a file.”

He walked me out through the alley door and stood in the doorway while I got to my car.