“Does it give a middle initial for Thomas?” I asked.

“Only the letter E, boss,” Carl said.

By four in the afternoon, the courthouse’s shadow covered the narrow hallway outside Arthur’s office.

I waited by the frosted glass door, standing on the cold terrazzo with my black coat buttoned all the way to my chin.

The heavy brass deadbolt turned from inside, and Arthur’s secretary came out into the hall with her canvas bag on her shoulder.

She jumped when she spotted me standing in the shadow of the stairwell.