I’ve already asked Brenda Brooks to be ready to confirm the forged forms on the record.”

“Has Richard been served with anything yet?” I asked.

“The process server will hand him the summons at the courthouse doors,” Claire said.

“He thinks you’re stuck at a motel with empty pockets, waiting for him to set the terms.

He has no idea we’ve got the original clinic forms or the bank logs.”

I picked up the black pen Claire had left lying on the table.

“Read the affidavit,” Claire said.