“My father didn’t use digital recorders. He preferred yellow legal pads.”

I looked back toward the police cruiser where Grant was held.

He was watching us through the wire mesh of the window, his eyes wide with sudden panic.

He wasn’t looking at the papers.

He was staring directly at the small black device in my hand.

“He knows what this is,” I murmured to the General.

“Let’s take it back to the hospital,” Vale said quietly. “We have what we need here.”

We walked back to the staff car, the heavy wooden chest secured in the trunk of the investigator’s vehicle.

The drive back was silent, the digital recorder resting heavily in my palm.

Once back in the private room of the maternity ward, Naomi was waiting for us.

She had a stack of court filings in her lap, her eyes tired but triumphant.

“The judge signed the temporary restraining order,” Naomi said, standing up.

“Grant is barred from coming within five hundred yards of you or Evelyn.”

“And the house?” I asked, sitting on the edge of the hospital bed.