Whoever held it stood still at the top of the forward corridor and did not shift their weight once.

“Someone on the crew,” I said.

“Someone on the payroll,” Robert said.

“Fleet Ops is a company account.

It gets used for manifests and crew schedules.”

By the time I handed the tablet back, it read eleven thousand four hundred.

Mrs.

Deane came out with two coffees and set them on the stone wall, and Robert waved her off before she could say anything kind.