Major Hannah Nolan Comes Home to Chesapeake and Discovers Nineteen Thousand Dollars Gone

The clerk’s desk was a tall counter with a bell and a laminated sign about proper filing.

Captain Douglas passed over the subpoena first, then the search warrant application.

“Confidential,” he said.

“A family matter.

Judge Vance’s Friday docket.”

The clerk, a woman with reading glasses hanging on a beaded chain, checked the time stamp.

“Nine o’clock is booked.

I can give you nine forty.”