I didn't catch a wink of sleep that night. I lay down on the carpeted floor of the office and stared at the ceiling. There was a crack on it and as my eyes moved over the concrete, my eyes flitted back to it every few seconds.
Around five in the morning, the door to the office creaked open. I heard the shuffling at the end and looked towards the sound to find Nash trying to gauge if I was asleep or not.
"Got something?" I asked. My voice was hoarse and dry. I gulped down saliva and pushed myself into a sitting position.
"Yeah. I made the lists. I've sent it to you already," he whispered. It seemed like he didn't want to disrupt me, but that was exactly what I needed.
"Did you find anyone suspicious in that list?" I found myself asking. I knew it was not possible for him to understand that from the simple records made by the government. But I still asked. I needed to talk and divert my mind.
