"How hard can it be?" he muttered to the empty room.
Arthur rubbed his temples. He remembered the rides—the frantic rush from the airport to the hotel, the desperate search for a printer in the business district—but he hadn't thought about the receipts at the time. He had just tapped "Book," rode, and tapped "Rate." Now, the digital trail was cold.
But then he remembered the other four rides. He repeated the process on the desktop site. Click. Download. Save. It was methodical, almost therapeutic.