“Let him try,” Martha said, her hands firm on the steering wheel.

“Every aggressive move he makes right now builds our case for Judge Norris.”

We pulled up outside Martha’s strip mall office, the rain splashing on the gray concrete sidewalk.

“Go back to your room above the bakery, Audrey,” Martha said, turning off the engine.

“Keep your door locked, get some rest, and don’t contact Julian under any circumstances.”

“What about Leo?” I asked, my voice catching.

“I haven’t seen him since Tuesday.”