“The court clerk won’t stamp the summons without it.”

I took the money order from my wallet and laid it on the desk.

It was for two hundred forty dollars, the last of my emergency leave pay.

“The notary is downstairs,” Marisol said.

“Twenty dollars, cash only.”

I counted out two tens and set them beside the money order.

That left thirty-four dollars for gas and parking.

Marisol slid a pen across the page.