It rang twice and went quiet.

Then a message sat there, unopened.

I laid the blouse flat in the case, squared up the folders, and pushed the brass clasp down.

It snapped closed.

The courtroom clock over the door read nine on the dot when Judge Winters took the bench.

Donald Sterling was already standing, smoothing his jacket lapels with both hands.

“Your Honor, we ask for immediate enforcement of Exhibit Four.

The postnuptial agreement is signed and notarized, and the petitioner has had more than enough time to respond.”