I picked up the finished notarized package and passed the affidavit bundle to Douglas Hayes at the court filing window.

Douglas pushed the heavy manila envelope under the metal grate of the clerk’s window, and the clock on the marble wall ticked over to nine minutes past eight.

“We’ve got forty-nine minutes until the emergency docket opens,” Douglas said, checking his leather case.

“Is Trevor going to show up?” I asked.

“A Franklin County deputy served him at seven fifteen this morning,” Douglas said.

“He doesn’t have a choice.”