Chapter 6 - The Lawyer Who Kept a CopyMiriam Vale's office occupied the second floor of a narrow building in Old Town Alexandria. She was eighty, sharp-eyed, and unimpressed by surprise visitors.

Miriam spread the pages across her desk in exact rows. She pointed to purchase orders, then to receiving forms that bore identical serial numbers despite listing different shipments. 'Arthur wasn't imagining things,' she said. 'He spent six months verifying this before he accused anyone.' Blair thought of his meticulous habit of checking a bill twice and tipping waiters generously. He had always said that public money belonged to the people who paid it. A bridge was not an abstraction to him. It carried school buses, workers, grandparents, and kids on bicycles. A stolen bolt could become a tragedy without anybody planning a single dramatic crime.

"Arthur said one of you would come," she told Blair. "I hoped I would be retired first."

Miriam opened a fireproof drawer. Inside was a contract, a ledger summary, and a handwritten letter addressed to Corinne.

"Your father discovered that payments on a public bridge contract passed through shell vendors," Miriam said. "Invoices described materials that never arrived. He feared that reporting it would put you at risk."

"Why not go to authorities?"

"He did. He spoke with an investigator. That investigator vanished from the case, and the records were sealed."

Miriam slid over a copy of a business card. DEXTER BROOKS — SPECIAL COUNSEL, PROCUREMENT INTEGRITY.

"Brooks was supposed to protect him. Then Brooks started asking how Arthur stored his proof."

Blair opened the letter. Arthur had written: If anyone claims I was confused, remember that I kept two independent copies. One with Miriam. The other is where time refuses to move.

"What does that mean?" she asked.

Miriam gave a tired smile. "He loved puzzles. He used to say a stopped clock can be more useful than a working one."

Blair pictured the missing watch box.

A crash sounded downstairs. Miriam's assistant called out, then fell silent.

Ortiz, who had insisted on accompanying Blair, drew her service weapon and moved toward the hall.

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From the stairwell, a stranger shouted, "Nobody leaves with those papers!"