I took my key ring out of my pocket and found the little flat key I hadn’t touched since the court hearing.

The lock gave with a dry click.

I slid the file drawer out until the steel rollers stopped at the end of the track.

Inside were six thick hanging folders with printed white tabs.

The second folder from the front had Megan’s maiden name and the old court case number on it.

Soft footsteps stopped in the doorway behind me.

“Garrett?” Tiffany was standing in the doorway with a tall glass of ice water.