At those hours I’d been asleep in Colorado for three hours already, in a room with a window looking out on a parking lot.

I phoned Nicole from the archive desk.

“All nine of them,” I said.

“Every single dollar left that account while I was in my uniform at Fort Carson.”

She went quiet for a second.

“Nobody can argue with a duty roster.”

“Somebody’s going to try.”

“Then we make it two rosters.