My Brother Hid a Recording Module Beneath His Daughter’s Dining Chair

I put my hand flat on the table.

“So when Sophia complained about the chair, he wasn’t annoyed because she was talking at the table.

He was annoyed because she was talking about the thing that was making him money.”

Elena turned the photograph around so the bracket faced me.

At eleven thirty, Elena came back with a manila folder and a smaller envelope.

“The judge signed the house warrant,” she said.

“Your brother’s office is next.”