Chapter 13 · free to read
Fifteen files with no names inside. The bureau never learned who it left. It simply stopped counting at the number that was convenient.
I did. Six years ago. A one-line request for the fourth-floor casualty list, refused for want of a case number. I signed forty of those a week.
Fifteen sites. Two hours and fifty minutes. Every one of them a building with people asleep inside it, because that was the only kind of building the fourth floor of Harrow Street had ever been.
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