An agent walked between us carrying Julian’s desktop server, its heavy black metal case knocking against the door frame.

Harper drew her feet back as the agent stepped into the hall.

“Where are they taking him?”

“To the federal holding facility in Richmond,” I said.

“The arraignment is set for nine o’clock tomorrow morning.”

“Are you really going to let them keep him there?” Harper asked.

“I don’t control federal indictment schedules,” I said.

“You brought those trucks here,” Harper said, her voice climbing.