My Childhood Sweetheart Asked Me to Sign a Special Folder in Room Four Hundred Seven

Diane said, stacking the pages together.

“And Ben?” I asked.

“We must preserve the digital trail before we notify either of them,” Diane said. “If Dr. Klein suspects we are monitoring his terminal, he can delete the access logs.”

“He wants sixty-two thousand dollars tomorrow,” I said.

Diane looked at me, her expression completely flat behind her spectacles.continue reading …