Vance took a white printed page from a blue folder and laid it flat on the desk between us.

“Brenda is thirty-five.

She lives on Elm Street in Oak Creek, and she has been legally married to David since June of 2014.”

The light fixture overhead hummed with a low, vibrating buzz that filled the little office.

“We had a wedding in Las Vegas five years ago,” I said.

“On August fourteenth.

At the Little White Bell chapel on the Strip.”

“Did he give you a marriage certificate to file on your own?” Vance asked.