Nobody slept much after Casey connected Judge Harrison’s name to my foster care records because every answer seemed to uncover another question and every question somehow led back to the same people who had spent years hiding behind respectable titles.
The clubhouse dining room had become our investigation room and my mother’s journals covered one end of the table.
Walter’s files covered the other and casey’s laptop sat between them while coffee cups had replaced clean space hours ago.
“I’ll finally found it.” Casey said rubbing both eyes before looking up.
“What?” Blade asked walking over and Casey rotated the laptop.
“The court order.” Casey said.
Wayne stepped behind him and my stomach tightened while Casey pointed toward the screen.
“This order approved your transfer into fo
