The order named one wagon, not a yard full of suspicions.
Lyra read the axle description beside the inspection officer’s copy. Blue half-moon. Chipped rear rim. The identified crate series, including the covered containers with the repaired carrying rail.
Opening under supervision. Checking the declared contents and any unsafe living transport.
Felix looked through the gate at half a dozen places a person could be hidden.
“I know,” Lyra said quietly. “Keep the inspection space clear. Follow the identification.”
He nodded.
Barnaby secured the comparison copies against his folder. Her private originals remained outside the contractor’s reach.
The accompanying clerk entered the start time when they crossed the threshold.
