“Did you manage to record something?” I asked.

“Dad had Mr.

Collins over in the library last Thursday,” Ethan said.

“I left the laptop open on the side table while I was dusting the light fixtures.”

“Where’s the recording now?” I asked.

“It’s saved under my school login,” Ethan said.

“They were talking about filing papers to keep you out of the courthouse.”

“Keep that laptop locked up in your school locker,” I said, laying my hand over his silver ring to still his shaking fingers.