I took four clear photos of the password card, slid the blue drive into my palm, and plugged it into the USB port of the portable auditing tablet tucked in my linen tub.

The transfer bar crept across the little screen in thirty-two seconds.

I slid the flash drive back into the leather divider, closed the brass latch halfway, and turned back to the tub of towels just as Julian’s boot came down on the stairs.

“Did you finish sorting those runners?” Julian asked from the doorway.

“I have two tubs left,” I said.

“I can finish before dinner.”