“With a cover letter.” She turned it so I could read the greeting.

“Your uncle’s attorney addressed me by name.

She knew my rank, my office number, and the exact dates of your last two blocks of leave.”

The paper in my hand was still warm from the copy machine.

“I’ve never spoken to that woman in my life.”

“No,” Nelson said.

“But someone has.”

She lined the subpoena up with the edge of her blotter.