Taped to the inside of the lid was a poster, laminated, two feet by three, with that number on it in about four hundred point type.

And clipped to the poster was a sealed envelope, and inside the envelope was a civil complaint that she had drafted but not filed, and the name of a process server in Placerville who had been retained for the twenty-first of June at six p.m. and who had been paid a hundred and forty dollars.

I stood in that storage unit for about a minute without saying anything.

Then I said, “Odie, what is this.”