The file, however, contained but a single item: the page that was missing from the desk calendar. Wednesday, August 15. Robertson had written nothing on the note lines. Apparently, in his mind, the date itself was significant enough to include as the first item in the file. I consulted my wristwatch. In six hours and four minutes, August 14 and August 15 would meet at the midnight divide. And after that, what would happen? Something. Something…not good.
