“I blocked the office number at five,” I said.

“He’s going to get desperate once he finds out the judge has Dr.

Harrison’s real records,” Helen said.

“Walter sat in that very kitchen chair the day he brought us the silver frame,” I said, laying the certified birth certificate flat in the side pocket of the bag.

“He knew what Patricia would do.”

Helen reached into her apron pocket and took out a little silver rattle Walter senior had brought to the apartment three months after the baby was born.

“Bring this along with us.”