Karlos had not slept.
He had changed his clothes, made coffee and sat back down at the desk and gone through every page of Jake's report again, this time with a pen, making small, precise marks in the margins.
By the time Mike arrived at five past five, there were marks on almost every page.
Mike came through the side entrance that bypassed the main hallway. He was wearing a dark jacket, no tie, his hair still slightly damp from a quick shower. He looked like a man who had also not slept.
He sat down across from the desk without being asked.
"How bad?" he asked.
Karlos slid Jake's file across the desk. He pointed to the handwritten note at the bottom of the last page.
Mike read it.
He read it again.
He set the file down.
"She is claiming it is yours," Mike said carefully.
"She has not claimed anything yet," Karlos said. "She is waiting for the right moment. But yes. That will be the claim."
Mike absorbed that. "Do you believe her?"
