Angel looked up as the mailroom clerk knocked on his open office door. He waved her in and she handed him a large heavy, manila envelope.
"Thanks," he said, watching her leave before he opened it.
He instantly recognised Faith's handwriting and he ripped the envelope open, pulling out the wedge inside. Recognising it instantly, he picked up his phone and dialled Sam's number.
Voicemail.
"Sam, it's Angel. I've got something here for you to collect."