Eight days after note C-24 was published, the forty files were back in their boxes, and Maud Arcas’s photograph was back in the newspapers.
That Monday, someone had left *Le Matin de Paris* open on the staff kitchen table. Maud’s face occupied a rectangle beneath a cautious headline—**THE WOMAN NO ONE CAN SAY IS THE WOMAN**—that managed to respect the letter of their statement while nullifying its spirit.
Lise folded the paper without reading it.
At 8:12, she went down to level minus two with a tray of cups and the list of replication requests received since Friday. There were twenty-three. Three came from laboratories she knew. Two from teams that had worked with the Center on other protocols. The rest mixed universities, private companies, patient groups, and a foundation that had not thought it necessary to say who funded it.
Mina was already at the preparation console. On the table she had arranged two new USB drives, a card reader, and an unopened box of cookies.
“Why two drives?” Lise asked.
“The first reminds people that the last one was empty.”
“And the second?”
“It’s actually useful. I find that less educational.”
Since the final meeting, anything leaving the Center had to pass through a process more cumbersome than the one they had imposed on the witnesses themselves. Generic analysis code could leave after an audit. Variable dictionaries built from C-24 remained closed. Derived datasets stayed at the Center. Published results now lived outside, accompanied by their limitations, which did not stop anyone from reading only the three lines that suited them.
Lise put down the list.
“Vasseur wants to freeze her protocol before noon.”
Mina looked up.
“She sent it Saturday.”
“She found an old collection they can process this week. After that, their two coders are back on another project until December.”
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