Sandra's POVWe have the document.I read it twice. Looked up at Vanessa. Looked back down at the screen.Four words and the whole shape of the next six days collapsed into something considerably more immediate than six days.Vanessa's hand was steady holding the phone but the rest of her wasn't. I could see it in the line of her shoulders, the way she was holding her breath without knowing it, the specific stillness of someone whose worst calculation had just been confirmed."How long ago did that come in," I said.She checked. "Three minutes."Three minutes. We'd been sitting here talking for three minutes after Sable walked into that building and in that time something had moved fast enough to send a message about it.Either they'd found it on her immediately — searched her at the door, knew exactly what she'd be carrying — or they'd been watching her long enough to know she had it and were simply confirming the retrieval.Neither version was good."Does the number mean anything to
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