The only thing that had been missing was any willingness, on the part of the men paid to help her, to actually look.

And now it was found, and confirmed, and two weeks old, and it hung in the air of that marble lobby as the first piece of evidence that the two receptionists had been not merely rude but wrong, that the woman they had tried to send into the night had been, from the first, exactly who she said she was, and had simply been asking them to do their jobs.

Patrick stared at the screen.

And Clara said nothing at all, and let the silence do its work.