That is what it cost.

Fourteen years, and eleven emails, and three meetings, and two years of silence at a kitchen table, and the mechanism for finding out what had actually happened to my son was available the entire time to any human being in the state of Texas for eleven dollars and forty cents.

Part Thirty-Four: What Came Back

I opened it on a Saturday morning in January and I was not finished until about eleven that night.

The board minutes. Item 9(c).