Thirteen Years Later, Two Blue Competition Badges Answered Every Question

It’s signed at the bottom.” Paper moved.

“I can’t read the name from the scan, to be honest.

It’s somebody’s assistant, by the look of it.”

Claire looked at the gold line on the packet on the passenger seat.

“Can you send me a copy of that fax?”

“The scan isn’t great.

I can fax it out.”

“What do you have for the twelfth?”