The drawer returned before anyone had finished dealing with the clip.
It rolled into the far end of the hallway with its yellowed label facing Ty. The label carried one old name in Mercy handwriting.
Hamberton, Tyrone.
Under it, in smaller type, the file called him deceased.
Ty stopped moving.
If the drawer won, the answer became simple enough to sell. A dead man's body had moved through a rescue. The public had seen that story before Ty had room to object. Zunoder could stand in Ty's old shape and let older paper do the work.
Ty would become the argument after the argument, the thing people discussed once the file had already chosen a shelf.
JJ moved beside him and held the ledger flat against her chest. "Keep your hands off that drawer until we know what it wants."
The drawer needed no touch. It rolled closer on tracks hidden under the tile.
Zunoder stood from the body table. For the first time in hours, he looked hungry. Not desperate. Hungry.
