Step Two

Leila came in at ten on Sunday night with snow in her hair and a look on her face I hadn’t seen since she was sixteen. She saw my laptop open on the kitchen table and stopped smiling.

星期天晚上十点，Leila进来了，头发上有雪，脸上的表情我从她十六岁以后就没见过。她看见我的笔记本电脑开在厨房桌子上，就不笑了。

“Dad told me,” she said. “About Northgate. About your firm. And about tonight.”

“爸爸告诉我了，”她说。“Northgate的事，你们所的事，还有今天晚上的事。”

“Are you going to tell me not to?”

“你是来叫我不要做的吗？”

“You’ll lose everything you’ve worked for. Twelve years.” She sat down opposite me and turned her mug round and round. “A month ago I’d have told you to do it, and to call me first with the story. Now I think some secrets have to be kept and some have to come out, and the whole job is knowing which is which.”

“你会失去你努力得到的一切。十二年。”她在我对面坐下，把杯子转来转去。“一个月以前，我会叫你去做，还会叫你先打电话把这个故事告诉我。现在我觉得，有些秘密要守住，有些要说出来，难的是知道哪个是哪个。”

“Which is this?”

“这一个是哪种？”

“You know which this is. That’s why I’m not telling you not to.” She looked at the laptop. “How many documents?”

“你知道是哪种。所以我不叫你不要做。”她看着电脑。“有多少文件？”

“Hundreds, probably. I’ve got one night.”

“大概有几百份。我只有一个晚上。”

“Then don’t read them. Nobody finds anything by reading four hundred documents.” She said it the way I used to explain court rules to trainees. “When I’ve got a box of papers and no time, I search for the one thing I know that they don’t know I know. The detail only an insider would write down. Find yours, Karim, and search for that.”

“那就不要读。没有人是靠读四百份文件找到东西的。”她说话的样子，就像我以前给实习生讲法庭规则那样。“我手里有一箱纸、又没有时间的时候，我就搜一样东西：只有我知道、而他们不知道我知道的东西。一个只有内部的人才会写下来的细节。找到你的那一个，Karim，然后搜它。”

She stood up and, to my great surprise, put her arms round me, quickly and awkwardly, the way nobody in our family does. “Good luck, Karim,” she said, and went to bed.

她站起来，让我非常吃惊的是，她抱了我一下，很快，也有点笨拙，是我们家里没有人会做的那种。“祝你好运，Karim，”她说，然后去睡觉了。

At eleven, when the shop was closed and nobody in London would be working, I typed my username and my password, and then the code from my phone. My hands were perfectly steady, which surprised me.

十一点，店关了，伦敦也不会有人在工作。我输入了用户名和密码，然后是手机上的验证码。我的手一点也不抖，这让我自己也吃惊。

Northgate’s folders came up on the screen, with the dull names lawyers give to things: “Corporate”, “Finance”, “Ashby Lane Properties Ltd”, “St Nicholas Square, Phase 1”. The last one held four hundred and twelve documents. Reading them all would take a week, and I had one night.

Northgate的文件夹出现在屏幕上，名字都是律师给东西起的那种无聊的名字：“公司”“财务”“Ashby Lane Properties Ltd”“St Nicholas Square，第一期”。最后一个里面有四百一十二份文件。全读完要一个星期，而我只有一个晚上。

I want to be clear about what I found, because afterwards people told the story as if I had found a confession. I didn’t. There were no secret emails, nothing between Northgate and the council, nothing that said “close the market”. Simon Rourke’s name was at the top of every document, and every document was polite, professional and dull.

我想说清楚我找到了什么，因为后来人们讲这个故事，好像我找到了一份供词。我没有。没有秘密邮件，Northgate和市政府之间什么也没有，没有任何一句话说“关掉市集”。每一份文件的最上面都是Simon Rourke的名字，每一份都客气、专业、枯燥。

But a project has to be planned, and a plan has to be written down. And I knew something nobody at Northgate expected an associate on a shop offer to know: clause four of a lease from 1976, with too many commas in it. So I did what my sister had told me. I didn’t read. I searched. I typed “clause 4”.

可是一个项目必须有计划，计划必须写下来。而且我知道一件Northgate没有人想到我会知道的事：一份1976年的租约里的第4条，里面逗号太多。我是一个只为了父亲的店才来的律师。所以我照我妹妹说的做了。我没有读，我搜索。我输入“第4条”。