Above the legal limit.

I folded the page along its own crease, then opened it back out, because I didn’t want a crease running through the time stamp.

“Charles wasn’t in that car, Valerie.” Marisol said it quietly, the way she said everything.

“Brenda was driving alone with your daughter.”

The elevator arrived, emptied, and nobody got on.

“Make me two copies,” I said.

“Three.