Eleven Years of Eating Lunch by a Window in Columbus, Ohio, Ended With a Box I Never Expected
You told me to run them through back in February.”
He tapped his ring again.
“The system shows your login released them.”
“I never logged any such thing.”
Megan didn’t look up from her clipboard.
“The audit trail says otherwise.”
Derek slid a second page out from under the first.
“Sign the file receipt.”