He turned back three pages.
Then forward again.
Then back once more.
“What is it?” Lena asked.
Arthur did not answer immediately.
Instead, he removed a pair of reading glasses from his coat pocket.
He read every line.
Twice.
Then he laughed.
Not loudly.
Not happily.
The kind of laugh that made people nervous.
Lena felt her stomach tighten.
“What?”
Arthur closed the folder.
“They’re fools.”
The driver, still standing nearby, raised an eyebrow.
Arthur handed him the papers.
“Look at page seventeen.”
The driver scanned the document.
His eyes
