Clare’s office opened at eight.

Edward Miller was already sitting in the waiting area when I got there, his wire-rimmed glasses polished clean, his briefcase lying flat on his knees.

“Warrant Officer,” he said, getting to his feet.

“Your grandmother would be proud of you.”

Clare came out of her office carrying two cups of coffee.

“Let’s get to work.”

I set the binder on the conference table.

The latches opened with two heavy clicks.