“Come get your worthless daughter and take her back,” my mother-in-law shouted my father as I lay broken at the bottom of the stairs after my husband shoved me down. “Your family will answer for it if she has even a scratch,” was the sole warning Dad offered her. They had no notion who my father really was, so they made fun of him.

“Your old planner has the secret location of the ledger,” Laura said softly.

I looked at the little brass key shining under the fluorescent lights.

You took their book of record?

I murmured in disbelief.

Laura nodded hard.

“You pulled it out of their house in that big blue file folder.”

“Wonder where I left the ledger after leaving their office.” I asked, my head pounding in the effort.

“You knew you weren’t going to take this dangerous evidence into your marital home,” Laura explained.