She unzipped her little satin clutch, took out a crisp twenty-dollar bill and laid it flat on the glass counter between us.

“Take it,” Chloe said, glancing at my dark maternity dress and plain flat shoes.

“Twenty dollars ought to be enough for a taxi back to your side of town.”

I took my coat from the attendant’s hands and ignored the green bill lying on the glass counter.

“Keep your money, Chloe,” I said, pushing my arms into the damp coat sleeves.

“You’ll need every penny of it once Arthur Miller starts the court discovery process.”