The courier had chosen a repair yard whose owner stayed within sight of the gate. Her companion sat beside the other exit, repairing a strap that did not appear broken. Eli did not look at the stitching for evidence of deception. A person could need something to do with her hands while waiting for strangers to ask dangerous questions.
“No names in the public account,” the courier said before they sat.
Sera agreed that any statement would be limited to what she authorized. She also explained that people connected to the transfer might already identify her from the date and route, even without a name. The courier looked away toward the stacked wheels.
“I know.”
“Then we should decide what can be shared after you see the comparison, not before.”
Bram set the copied receipt down without sliding it into her space. She looked at it from where she sat.
“Who told you I carried it?”
“The clerk who sent the archive copy,” Sera said. “She agreed we could ask you about that delivery. She hasn’t supplied your home address.”
