“Mark threatened that I’ll never see Emma on Saturdays if I press him.”

“Mark won’t have a choice once the sheriff serves these papers,” Carl said.

“We’re building a legal wall around Emma, Arthur.”

Howard tore the white receipt from his pad and handed it across the desk to me.

“I’ll be at Oakridge Marina by seven tomorrow morning,” Howard said.

“Stay away from Mark’s house until I bring back the photographs.”

“I’ll stay at the store,” I said.

I slipped Howard’s paper receipt into my coat pocket next to my empty billfold.