He looked at me, then at the briefcase in my hand.

“What is in the bag, Mrs. Lawson?”

My heart hammered against my ribs, but my face remained still.

“My personal legal documents,” I said.

“Divorce papers. Signed tonight.”

Agent Miller stared at me for a long moment.

He reached out his hand.

“I will need to see them,” he said.

“They are privileged communications between myself and my attorney,” I said.

“You are welcome to call him. He is on his way.”

Miller did not drop his hand.

“We have a warrant for all financial records on the premises,” he said.

“If those papers contain assets belonging to your husband, they are subject to seizure.”

I held the briefcase tighter.

The leather felt cold against my palm.

If he took the documents now, before they were filed, Ethan’s creditors could dispute the transfer.

The phone in my pocket began to vibrate again.

I took it out, expecting Arthur’s name.

Instead, the screen displayed an unknown number from a local area code.

I answered it.

“Clara,” a voice said.

It was not Arthur.