“I need your fingerprints on all three copies.”

Raymond held out his right arm without asking for help.

His fingers were thin and stiff, but he held his wrist steady as Mr.

Pendelton pressed his thumb and forefinger into the dark ink pad.

Raymond pressed his skin firmly onto the bottom line of the first legal document, leaving a crisp black oval beside his typed name.

He did the same on the second page and the third without stopping to rest his hand.

“Is that enough to stop Christopher?” I asked, watching the ink dry on the white paper.