“Mr.

Vance,” Bradley said, his loud voice bouncing off the diner tile.

“I’d strongly advise you to shut that folder before you end up named in a civil suit.”

Arthur didn’t raise his eyes from his mug.

“I’m looking over public property records, Mr.

Collins.”

“You’re meddling in an active family court case,” Bradley said, stepping in closer to the bench.

“And you, Commander, are walking on very dangerous ground.”