“That’s hers?”

“Her name’s inside the cover in pencil.” Ruth turned it over, decided against opening it, and slipped it into a paper evidence bag.

“The lab photographs every page before anyone reads a single word.”

“Every last page,” Daniel said.

“Every one.

Somebody’s going to want one page out of twenty, and we’ll have it ready.”

On his way down he stopped at the top stair where the torn fabric had caught on the latch, and looked down the empty hall.

The furnace kicked on just then, and the two of them stood motionless until it shut off.