“He took it to the clerk’s office the next morning,” I said.

“He told me the state would mail the official copy to our home address within six weeks.”

Vance took a red folder out of his bottom drawer and opened it on his desk blotter.

“The state of Nevada has no record of any marriage license issued to David and Clara on that date,” Vance said.

“Or on any other date.”

My hand pressed harder into my chest, just above my ribs.