“He gave the officers his original fraud paperwork from Apex Logistics.”

I nodded once, keeping my right palm pressed to my breastbone while the prenatal monitor hummed beside us.

At noon, Vance came into the room with his brown leather briefcase under his arm.

He unbuttoned his wool trench coat, took off his wire-rimmed reading glasses and wiped the lenses with the thick silk end of his red tie.

“The district attorney formally charged him an hour ago,” Vance said, sliding his glasses back on.

“Aggravated domestic assault, attempted bank fraud and felony identity theft.”