I laid the hospital envelopes, the bank affidavits and the yellow billing notices on the glass.

Claire spread them all out across the table.

She tapped her glasses on the legal pad while she read the dates on the hidden mail.

She picked up the fake insurance waiver and set it beside the forged bank slip.

“This is exactly what the judge needs to see,” Claire said.

“He froze your accounts so you couldn’t pay the surgical deposit today.

He figured cutting off your cash would kill the operation.”