Somebody had typed it carefully at the head of a dossier.

Somebody had decided that I, specifically, the actual particular person standing in that little office, was worth all of this effort, and I did not yet know whether that was the most frightening thing that had ever happened to me or the best that had been in the hands of two strangers in my restaurant the night before.

“Julian,” I said, and my voice came out thin and strange, “what is this?

What am I looking at?