“Then we need that bank withdrawal record, and we need your grandmother’s inheritance trail,” Rachel said.

She capped her pen with an audible snap.

“Where is the physical ticket right now?”

“In my handbag,” I said.

“In a clear plastic sleeve.”

“That paper goes into a bank vault before noon,” Rachel said.

“Not a sock drawer, and not your glove box.”

“Can Mark freeze my personal checking account if he gets to a lawyer first?” I asked.