“If I get Judge Alvarado before then, we can search the Lake Forest office before Marcus knows there’s a warrant.”

“What do you need from me?”

“Right now?

A table and a decent cup of coffee.”

We drove to the diner on Western.

Dot called everyone hon and kept the coffee coming without being asked.

Elena spread the tax returns across the laminate.

She had a timeline drawn in blue pen on a napkin, dates running down the left margin.