“Does David have a copy?” I asked.

“David is reading it in his office right now,” Arthur said.

“He’s adding the draft to the emergency petition we’re filing at nine o’clock.”

“Tell David I’ll be ready,” I said.

“Keep your bedroom door locked until we get there, Loretta,” Arthur said.

“Don’t ask him about the paperwork.”

“I won’t ask him anything,” I said, and ended the call.

I set the small black phone down on the nightstand beside my glass of water.