“Where’s my mother right now?” Ethan asked.

I left Ethan sitting with Arthur by the clerk’s window and walked down the wide marble corridor toward the main exit.

Evelyn stood by herself at the foot of the central staircase, smoothing her designer silk scarf with quick, jerky movements of her fingers.

When she saw me coming, she stepped right into my way and reached out to grab my upper arm.

“Madison, you have to talk to those federal agents,” she said, her voice sinking to an urgent whisper.