“Let’s wait and see.”

Livy holds the door open for Leo, scanning the dark street as she waits. I want to believe the best of her, but even from this distance her eyes look full of purpose. She lays a hand on Leo’s shoulder as he passes through the door, then takes one more look up the street, seeing us but not seeing. I am suddenly back in the motel room last night, being led through a carnal labyrinth with Livy as my guide, dissolving and reforming inside her until I lay inert, my mouth dry as sand, my skin too sore to touch—

“Shit,” Caitlin hisses. “We can’t see anything now. We should call Judge Franklin.”

“Calm down. They could be doing legitimate work. Preparing his case. Livy is an attorney, you know.”

“I’ll bet they’re shredding the files you asked for right this minute.”

“Let’s just sit tight, okay? See what happens.”

The seconds pass in tense silence, with Caitlin tapping the door the entire time. My walkie-talkie crackles from the edge of Caitlin’s seat.

“I’ve got lights in the building,” Kelly says.

“We’ve got visitors. We’re not sure what they’re up to. Just stay put.”

“I’m here if you need me.”

Suddenly the mahogany door opens, and Leo backs out of the alcove with two large file boxes in his arms.

“Would you look at that?” Caitlin breathes. “The son of a bitch is guilty.”

“Is the time-date stamp working?”

“I think so. It’s displayed in the viewfinder.”

As Leo loads his boxes into the backseat of the Town Car, Livy emerges from the office carrying another one.

“She’s helping him!” Caitlin cries. “You’ve got to call the judge.”

“We don’t know what’s in the boxes. They could be using those records to prepare Leo’s case.”

She shakes her head with manic exasperation as Leo returns with another box. Livy soon does the same, and one more trip by Leo makes six. Livy locks the door behind them.

Caitlin takes her cell phone from the holster on her belt and shoves it at me. I push it back at her.

“No. Let’s see where they’re going first.”

“Jesus. She’s got you wrapped around her little finger.”

“Enough!”

I start the car and wait for Livy to pull out.

“What about Kelly?” Caitlin asks.

I pick up the walkie-talkie and press Send. “I’m following Livy Marston, Kelly. You keep watching the back. I’ll call if I need you.” I drop the radio on the floor and glance at Caitlin. “Less for them to notice.”