She told me about the call in the car, and I watched something in her go very still and very careful, the way she got when she was deciding how much of what she felt was safe to show.
"Everything," she said. "Not just the estate. My whole file. Since I was a kid."
"Who told you that?"
"Someone in the administrative office. She didn't have to call me, but she did anyway." Mia was looking out the window, not at me. "She said some of what's in it isn't going to match what he thinks he's going to find."
I didn't like how calm my own voice came out, because it wasn't calm underneath. "That could mean anything."
"It could mean he's about to find out how much the council actually documented. Twenty-one years of a cover story, Kael. Somebody had to write some of it down."
She was right, and
