A dark gray sedan pulled out of a space three stalls down and turned onto the main road toward the county courthouse.

I looked at the dashboard clock as it clicked over to four twelve.

If Judge Lawson signed the motion, I would be back on my front porch with a sheriff’s deputy before five o’clock.

If the judge turned down the emergency order, Mark had full physical possession of the house, my client files, and my grandmother’s silver.

My thumb turned the silver ring around my knuckle once more while the engine idled in the cold air.

Rachel Kim’s car turned right at the traffic light and disappeared behind the brick corner of the municipal building.