I have one minute.” Her voice was lower than I had ever heard it.

“There are gate logs.

Every time Arthur went into Greg’s office that summer, the badge reader wrote it down.

I copied them before the system rolled over.”

“Why are you telling me this?”

“Because Arthur’s version is that Greg signed those guarantees himself.” A door closed somewhere behind her.

“Does your fax number at home still work?”

“It hasn’t worked in six years.”