He slid the forged document carefully into the plastic evidence bag, peeled the backing off the red strip across the top, and sealed it shut.
“Who benefits from this paperwork?” Marcus asked.
I rubbed the brass button on my uniform cuff and looked down at the typed timeline still lying in the open black case.
“My husband,” I said.
Why did Derek need a signed parental transfer?
The question sat heavy in my throat.He was already her father.
He already had joint physical and legal custody.
A man didn’t need forged surrender papers to keep his own daughter.
He only needed them if he wanted to cut me out completely.
“Where’s your husband right now?” Marcus asked.
“He was supposed to be here,” I said.
“Watching Lily.”
Marcus smoothed the evidence bag flat on the table and logged the exact time in a small leather notebook.“You need to call him,” Marcus said.
