“I’m familiar with the clause.”

“Then you know it required an officer’s signature that was never supposed to travel.” She slid the signed copy back with two fingers and didn’t look up.

I glanced up at the ceiling.

Two black domes, one over the front counter and one covering the dining room entrance.

The little red light on the closer one pulsed slow and steady, the way a heartbeat looks when nothing is wrong.

“Those have been recording all along,” Victoria said, catching my glance and not caring for it.