My hand gripped under the edge of the table as I tried to hold myself in my chair. The wood was not up to the task. My hand crushed through the strut and came away with a palmful of splintered pulp, leaving the shape of my fingers carved into the remaining wood. 
	Destroy the evidence. That was a fundamental rule. I quickly pulverized the edges of the shape with my fingers, leaving nothing but a ragged hole and a pile of shavings on the floor, which I scattered with my foot.