“Enjoy the quiet while you’ve got it,” Delaney had written.

“Friday I get my kids back and you get nothing.”

I turned the phone facedown and pulled the bank folder toward me.

Chloe had three volumes open on the long table when I came in at eight, and a fourth still in its box.

“Volume two is the medical records,” she said.

“Volume three is the money.

Volume one is everything Delaney said out loud with a witness in the room.”

I slid a coaster under my coffee before I sat.