“There’s a strange entry here from October 2013,” Clara whispered, sliding the ledger two inches closer to my side of the counter.

“Emergency land access authorized by special decree.”

“Who signed it?” I asked.

“The signature page is missing from this binder,” Clara said.

“It’s kept under lock in vault locker four.”

“Can we pull that vault file today?” Daniel asked.

“Not without a signed order from Judge Simmons,” Clara said, leaning back.

The brass clock on the wall struck five.