Miri pressed the cassette into the player. The device clicked, and tape hummed like a throat. Then a voice, older, familiar, slid into the room. It was his voice—if he had been a different self; confident, trembling, sincere.

Miri looked at him sideways. “You were famous once. People still talk about your stunts.”

“Yes. Exclusive,” Bart said, and handed over the package.