“Arthur is already downstairs with his lawyer,” Harris said, pausing near the radiator.

“He is trying to argue that the tracking device under your bumper was just a parental safety measure, not witness intimidation.

He still thinks he can resolve this before the grand jury convenes.”

“He bought that magnetic key box at the hardware store on Third Avenue,” I said.

“I saw the receipt in his kitchen drawer last month.”

Harris nodded slowly, his eyes fixed on the street below.

“The prosecutor is going to ask you about that box when you go in.