“He has less than ten thousand dollars in his local checking,” she added.

“And his legal bills are already over fifty thousand.”

“He will have to sell his cars,” I said.

“The court already ordered them seized,” Lydia said. “They are part of the marital estate.”

“He will be walking to his arraignment.”

I stood up, smoothing the front of my skirt.

“Let’s go home, Lydia,” I said.

“We have a lot of work to do tomorrow.”

We walked back to the elevator.

As we passed the main glass doors of the building, I saw the locksmith finishing his work.

He handed me three heavy brass keys on a wire ring.

“These are for the front doors, Ms. Vale,” he said.

“Nobody else has copies.”

“Thank you,” I said.

I slipped the keys into my pocket, their weight joining June’s silver rattle.

The drive back to the Newport estate was faster now that the rain had stopped.

The clouds were beginning to break in the west, showing a thin strip of pale yellow light along the horizon.

The iron gates of the estate were open when we arrived.