She asked if your father was planning to call the military authorities or the police.”

“My father doesn’t call military authorities over house keys,” I said.

“She doesn’t know that,” Ethan said.

“She thinks authority only exists to control people.”

He reached into his leather bag, took out a manila envelope, and slid it across the glass tabletop toward my coffee cup.

“I went through the desk in the hallway before I packed my work clothes,” Ethan said.

“I found these buried behind her coupon organizer.”