The second hand belonged to support staff.
That was the first useful thing the drawer gave them. It was not D. Creel, not the signature hand, not the authority seal. The cart had carried one night orderly and one unnamed worker who touched the rail low on the right side.
JJ stared at the phrase until her pencil stopped.
"The office has too many hands on this body."
Omina kept her hilt near the line.
"Support staff moved the cart, separate from signer."
Zunoder accepted the distinction without argument, which Ty disliked more than a fight. Arguments showed where the pressure was. Agreement from Zunoder meant he had already found another door.
The cart memory widened.
