“I don’t like sealed.”

“There’s one thing I need to understand,” I said.

“If I demand his records and he refuses, what do I do with the refusal?”

“You give it to me.

A refusal in writing is a present.” She turned to the second page and slid it over.

“Every refusal goes into the file with a date on it.”

The van was Olivia’s idea.

She had it parked at my curb by one thirty, white, with a dent in the back panel and my address on the rental slip in her blocky printing.