“Chief Ruiz,” I said, “I want these documents preserved as evidence. Do not allow anyone to touch the wet pages. Contact hospital legal counsel and the United States Marshals Service.”
Margaret recoiled.
“The Marshals?”
“Yes.”
“For a family disagreement?”
“For suspected forgery, attempted custodial interference, assault, fraudulent notarization, and conspiracy to deprive a parent of lawful custody.”
Each charge landed like a stone.
Margaret’s face went slack.
“This is grotesque. Ethan, make her stop.”
He kept staring at the papers.
“You told me it was a hospital form.”
“I was helping.”
“You told me Olivia might not survive.”
“The doctors were worried.”
“No doctor spoke to you.”
“I heard things.”
“From whom?”
