Evelyn tapped my shoulder with her pen.

“Let’s get the certified copies from the clerk before Frank’s office tries any more bank filings.”

We went through the double doors into the tall marble hallway.

The morning bustle of the courthouse echoed off the stone walls as county clerks and police officers moved between offices.

Lauren was standing by the ceramic water fountain next to the elevators, clutching her purse against her ribs with both hands.

Her silver hoop earring caught the pale daylight from the transom window above her.