“Somebody had a copy of the docket couriered to reception this morning.

The docket and a photo of the courthouse steps.

It didn’t come from a lawyer.”

I put the folder from my top drawer in the box, along with the framed picture of the kids and my good pen.

“Was it the photo or the docket that did it?”

“Both.

Same envelope.” Mr.

Thorne looked at the picture before I shut the lid.