I read the initials two times.

“Those belong to my father,” I said.

“I know whose they are.” Clare started stacking the spreadsheets, corner to corner.

“If your uncle even suspects we have these, he’ll get to a judge before we do.

Emergency motions move faster than hearings.”

She left the tape stuck to the table.

I didn’t pull it up.

I drove over to Pendleton Street with the statements in a folder on the seat next to me.