Rich — heads up, the woman doing your floors at night is my ex. Long story, messy. Just don’t want it getting awkward for you. G.

Vance had replied at 9:04: Say no more.

That’s it. That’s the whole conspiracy. Two sentences and a golf partner’s shrug, thirty-one hours before my badge stopped working.

I read it in Kit’s office and I laughed, which surprised both of us, and then I stopped laughing and put my hand over my mouth and sat there for a while.

“Say no more,” I said, when I could.

“Say no more,” Kit agreed.