Chloe shut the top folder and locked it in her leather briefcase.

“I filed emergency preservation motions with the state appellate division thirty minutes ago,” Chloe said.

“Julian thinks you’re sleeping in a shelter, but Detective Miller already has certified copies of the Mercer Ridge wire transfers.”

“He took my car keys on the porch,” I said.

Chloe unlocked her glove box, took out a brass key on a blue tag, and set it in my lap.

“The boarding house on Elm Street has an empty basement room for forty dollars a week,” Chloe said.