She almost smiled. “Exactly.”
She walked away, and the afternoon docket for Court 4B was filed away in the archive—just another case number, waiting for someone to read between the lines. docket court nl
“Who filed this?” he asked the clerk. She almost smiled
“On what evidence?”
Outside, the North Sea wind lashed the courthouse steps. Anouk de Wit pulled her hood up. The woman from the Water Authority caught up to her. docket court nl
“I don’t need one. I need you to read the technical appendix.”