Contracts.
Supporting documentation.
I told Arthur to keep my name off the initial request if he could.
He said eventually the authorization trail would make that impossible.
“Not yet.”
He studied me.
“Clara, asking questions is no longer the quiet part.”
“I know.”
“How far?”
“All the way.”
That evening Julian found me beside the garage workbench.
The false authorization remained open.
He picked up his keys.
“Coming?”
“No.”
He paused.
“Then I suppose you’ve decided to make this difficult.”
“I asked you a question.”