Dana was careful to explain what each provision actually meant, rather than promising me a clean resolution.

Outside the courthouse Harold stood in a charcoal suit, speaking to an attorney.

He caught sight of Frank and fell silent.

“Still carrying that souvenir?” Harold asked.

Frank touched the lighter in his pocket.

“Still carrying what it reminds me of.”

Harold stepped closer.

“You’re digging into matters that were settled before this young woman was born.”