The full document arrived less than six hours later, delivered by a man in a plain grey suit who Elena would have mistaken for a courier if she hadn't caught the deference in the way campus security waved him through without question, the particular ease of someone who moved through restricted spaces because the spaces themselves had been built around people like him.
Adrian met him in the parking lot behind the Humanities building, out of sight of the last remaining students trickling toward the library for late-night study sessions, and returned to his office with a slim leather folder that looked entirely unlike the manila one Naomi had left on his desk two days earlier.
"This is the complete file," he said, setting it down carefully between them, both of them seated now on the same s
