He pushed a folded legal notice through the narrow gap at the top of the glass.

“That’s a formal copy of the visitation revocation.

As of seven thirty this morning, you no longer have any legal authority to request Ethan’s school attendance records, medical files, or bank statements.”

“Arthur Vance confirmed the four-hundred-thousand-dollar discrepancy yesterday,” I said.

Collins didn’t even flinch.

He rested both hands on the top of the window frame and leaned in until his breath fogged the glass between us.

“Arthur Vance is a retired clerk with no standing in this county.