“The clerk will carry this straight into Judge Vance’s chambers for review before the hearing,” Douglas said.

“When does Trevor find out about Friday morning?” I asked.

“A county process server will walk up onto your front porch at five o’clock this afternoon,” Douglas said.

I looked at the thick pile of legal papers resting against the edge of the marble counter.

The copy of the blue wire transfer lay right next to the sheet with the notary stamp impression and Mary Bennett’s sworn statement.

The story Trevor and Colleen had tried to sell the officers in my driveway had come apart completely into hard evidence.