“Sleep here.

I’ve got the room made up.”

“Let me see what the card says first, Diane.”

Vance wanted the originals back in the box by four, so I drove into town with the folder on the passenger seat and the card in my shirt pocket, still unread.

The conference room was empty when I arrived.

The copier was running down the hall.

The audit notice lay where he’d left it, face up on the green blotter.