I opened it.

It was a forward, and the name in the To line was Beverly’s, spelled out in front of me, with my own note about the king bed and the quiet side of the building below it.

“That’s the email Lucas asked me for,” I said.

“He told me he wanted to show his coworkers.”

“Mm,” Helen said.

“Is there a paperclip under that?”

There was a paperclip.