Juno put a coin on the corner of Mira’s working copy to keep it from curling. The coin belonged to the shelter’s petty cash tin, and Kellan made her replace it with a washer before he took the tin downstairs.
“We’re still counting that,” he said.
“So am I.”
“Then count with a thing that isn’t somebody’s tram fare.”
She exchanged the weights without looking away from the two dates before her.
One appeared on the selected equipment list Mira had copied in Rook’s archive. The other belonged to a contractor’s receipt already held through an independent records request. They differed by three days. Across the table, a second pair differed by more.
Eli had been waiting for her to say what both meant.
“They changed the sequence,” he said.
