“Mary is right across the street,” Walter said.

“And Trevor has a key to Mary’s front porch from when he painted her gutters last summer.”

I shot to my feet so fast my chair scraped hard across the floorboards.

“We have to go,” I said.

“Take the file copies,” Douglas said, sliding three stapled bundles into a heavy paper envelope.

“Judge Vance hears ex parte motions at nine o’clock sharp on Friday.

Don’t confront Trevor on that property unless the police are there.”