“I never got a card.”

“No,” said Dolores Amaya. “I don’t imagine you did.”

Chapter 13 — Forty-One

I flew to Atlanta in April.

I told my team it was personal leave. I told Colton the actual reason on the Tuesday before, at his kitchen table, over about two hours, and I will come back to that because it is its own chapter and I did not handle it well.

Dolores had done something I had not asked her to do, which was reconstruct the list.

She had the original circulation sheet from the first round — she had kept it, in a folder, for two years, for the reason people in accounts payable keep things, which is that she did not have authorization to destroy it.