“If you want to look in those boxes,” Evans said, “you’ll need a judge to issue a subpoena.”

He walked off toward the parking lot.

I watched his red windbreaker disappear behind a row of tall green hedges.

“He’s terrified,” Arthur said.

“Terrified.”

“He knows Rebecca,” I said.

“He has to know her.”

“We file the motion on Monday morning,” Arthur said.