DRAFT MESSAGE: Private support reply STATUS: Unsent RECIPIENT: Unknown clinic bathroom user WARNING: Response may create reliance. The message box was empty. Jo held the phone in both hands and stared at the blank field like it had asked her a question in court. They were in the mail-room corridor under the Revoke Office, behind a vending machine that had not sold anything in years. Cal was gone. Hale had taken him up the stairs with a transfer receipt and two officers who had looked away from every useful thing. Nora still had the archive folder under her coat. It scratched her ribs when she breathed. Tess had gone ahead to find a door that still believed in staff keys. Lio was crouched beside the courier chute, listening to the wall as if paper might knock back. Jo had arrived

