“The moment they hand their documents to the agent, a silent alarm goes off.

We’ll be waiting in the secondary screening room when the port police walk them in.”

“I want to be there,” I said.

“You will be,” Rebecca said.

She reached down to the floor beside her chair, where a brown cardboard evidence box sat near her boots, and took out a clear plastic sleeve.

Inside the sleeve was the printed timeline we had found hidden in the locked black document case.

The paper laid out the detailed schedule for Derek to transfer parental custody to Patricia.