“He’ll open it,” I said.

“Just make sure the clerk hands the physical envelope directly to the bench.”

Daniel closed the folder with a dry slide of paper against cardboard.

“I’ll have the court clerk stamp the filing receipts before noon.”

“I want every bank statement attached to the main exhibit index,” I said.

Daniel nodded and pulled a fresh yellow pad toward him.

“I’ll attach all six years of Navy wire transfers to the front page.”

The salt breeze off the Elizabeth River had a sharp chill to it when Daniel and I met Clara Potts at the side entrance of the Portsmouth Municipal Building.