“A man was found on the playground trying to coax Nolan to his car,” Sarah said.

The courtroom went completely still.

“Who was the man?” Judge Harlan asked, his gavel finally descending with a dull thud, though he did not strike it to end the session.

“He wouldn’t give his name to the playground monitor, but Nolan recognized him,” Sarah said. “Nolan told Mrs. Latham it was Daniel.”

I turned my head slowly to look at Grant.

Grant’s face had gone from pale to a sickly shade of grey.

His attorney, Preston Carroway, looked down at his yellow legal pad, refusing to make eye contact with anyone.

“You did this,” I whispered, the words tearing from my throat. “You sent him to take my son.”

“I don’t know what she’s talking about,” Grant muttered, though his hands were trembling on the table.

“Silence,” Judge Harlan roared, his voice echoing off the high plaster walls.

The judge stood up, his black robes billowing around him as he leaned over the bench.

“Mr. Bellamy, if your associate has touched that child, you will face federal kidnapping charges before the sun sets,” Judge Harlan said.