“Judge Harrison hears emergency motions at nine sharp,” she said.

“We’ll be sitting in his front row at eight forty-five,” I said.

I picked up the 1984 abstract and folded it carefully along its forty-year-old creases.

“Does your sister know you found the document in Bennett’s room?” Evelyn asked.

“Lauren thinks I’m still sitting in Grace’s guest room hunting for a cheap apartment,” I said.

I left the law office and drove straight back to Maple Street, parking two blocks away so Frank’s people wouldn’t see my car from the main road.

Grace’s living room was quiet when I came in the side door at seven.