Five Audited Bank Receipts Proved What Julian Had Done Before Noah Was Born

I signed the bottom line of the retainer agreement and handed her the pen.

“Then we have enough to fight his custody petition.”

“We have enough to start,” Chloe said.

“Now we need the official state record.”

Five hours later, I met Detective Frank Miller in the basement carrels of the Oak Creek Public Library.

The microfiche scanner hummed softly under the fluorescent tubes while Miller turned the black metal spindle with one thumb.

He adjusted the leather strap of his shoulder holster under his tweed jacket and peered at the lit glass screen.