I stopped on the way to Daniel's office and bought myself several throwaway cell phones with unlimited texting and five hundred minutes on each. I programmed one and tossed it in the glove box and did the same with another before putting it in my purse. The rest I planned to put in a box and hoped I never needed them.
Don, who was waiting for me in the parking lot, showed me up the back stairs and through the private door to the judge's chambers. We sat silently at either end of the red leather couch while Emmett and the judge visited over dog treats. Judging from the pleased look on Daniel's face, Emmett had a lot to say. I was too tense about being "summoned" to listen in.
Emmett took up residence in the middle of the couch as though he knew this visit was all about him. I perched near
