“I’m sure you would.” Judge Alvarez wrote something down.

“The petition is denied with prejudice.

I’m referring the forged document to the district attorney’s office.

Counsel, you may want to speak with your client about her exposure.”

Kristen stood and walked out without looking at anyone.

Her lawyer gathered his things and followed, the leather portfolio tucked under his arm like a man leaving a burning building.

That left Trevor.

He was still staring at the table.