Rowe’s fingers trembled as he gathered his folder, and in that nervous motion, a page slipped free—fluttering to the floor. Anika bent to pick it up before he could. The logo of the custody report was leaking from where it got wet. It seemed freshly forged. “Detective,” she said softly. “You’ll want to see this.”
Martinez’s eyes hardened as he examined the form. “This isn’t court-certified.” Rowe tried to smile, but it twisted at the edges. “You must be mistaken.” “Maybe,” Martinez said, stepping closer, “but you’ll stay here until we’re sure.” The bear moved too, pressing closer to the bars, panting.