Kit made a note. Then she said, without looking up, “Your ex-husband is going to settle now. You know that.”

“Why?”

“Because a check for four thousand dollars to a witness, plus a text telling him what to say, is the kind of thing that gets forwarded to the family court that heard your custody case. He’ll pay to keep this in a drawer.”

She capped the pen. “The question you need to answer before June is what a drawer is worth to you.”

Chapter 5 — Say No More

Richard Vance was deposed on the fourth of June in a conference room on the nineteenth floor of a building I had cleaned the executive suites of for fourteen months.

Nobody noticed that. I’m not sure why I expected them to.