“Linchpin.

If Evans doesn’t sit in that room on Friday, Rebecca pockets the check and leaves the state before the banks close.”

I touched the manila envelope beside his calendar.

Inside was the duplicate deposit slip from Paul’s closed account, showing the ten-thousand-dollar cash withdrawal the morning after my delivery.

“Dr.

Evans will be there,” I said.

“You can’t force a retired doctor to come without a court summons, Megan,” Arthur said.

“Summons.”