Problems, Problems

"Darek said the side door has a pass reader and everything here is the council's," said Jonah. "Which means everything's logged. And Marian distrusted phones. If she wanted to meet somebody she'd have put it in writing."

"You'd need access to the council's systems."

Jonah opened the door. On the mat lay a folded sticky note, which hadn't been there ten minutes earlier. A guest login, a password, and a single initial: C. Dr Corinne Abara, it seemed, had taken the metanarrative's spreadsheet personally.