“My signature card is in the blue leather organizer at home.”

“Then bring the organizer.” Sarah closed the file.

“Nora, this wasn’t an affair that got expensive.

This was a plan with paperwork.”

I left the office with the packet in the diaper bag and Maya asleep in the carrier.

Lake Street was busy with lunch traffic.

I parked in the bank lot at eleven thirty-eight and fed Maya in the front seat until Peters opened the side door.

He led me into a small room with a table and two chairs.