He shook his head.

"I don't know what to say to you. I've said everything I do know about it. And I'm not fibbing because I'm afraid to tell you the truth. If I had printed out the false reports, or picked up the wrong file, I would raise my hands to it. I swear it."

She was being so earnest, her voice earnest, her eyes begging him to trust her. And he trusted her. Much as he had not wished to trust that something here was seeking to make her appear inept, he did trust that.

"I believe you, ...