I’ll print every public filing and bring them to you at sunrise.”

“Don’t get yourself into trouble at work over this,” I said.

“My mother worked thirty years at the shoe factory right beside you,” Rachel said.

“She taught me how to find the truth when people try to hide it.

I’ll see you at dawn.”

I looked down at the wall calendar, where November fourth was marked in red ink.

At a quarter past seven, I called the third number saved in my phone.

Arthur picked up immediately.