The audit review was scheduled for nine in the morning, in the wood-paneled room on the seventeenth floor. I knew the room. I had set up the tables in that room for two years.
I stood outside the Mercer building at eight forty and looked up at the glass.
Maya was with me. She had taken the morning off.
"You don't have to go in," she said. "You can mail it."
"I know."
"You could give it to my contact at the state attorney's office. You don't have to do this in person."
"I know."
"Elena."
"It has to be me," I said. "If it isn't me, they'll say it's revenge. They'll say I'm a spurned girlfriend, and nobody will look at the paper. If I walk in there and hand it to the committee myself, they have to look at the paper, because I'm standing right there."
Maya was quiet for a moment.
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