“Cased Grace again last night.”
Hank set the trowel down. “Did he do anything?”
“Nope. Cooper tailed him the whole time.”
“Grace know?”
“Tonight.”
Hank nodded and went back to work. Reno stood with his weight on his good leg and watched his brother set tile.
“Cooper told me that Curtis’s mother is planning to sue Grace. I’m taking the case. I’m going to defend Grace.”
“Sue her for what?”
“For having a more successful bakery,” Reno answered dryly.
“It’s legal to sue over that?”
“It’s a nuisance lawsuit. The kind somebody with money files when they want somebody without money to go away.”
“What does Grace think about it?”
“She doesn’t know yet. I’ll tell her tonight.”
Hank set another tile. He didn’t say anything for a while, but his mouth did the thing Reno recognized as Hank holding back something he wanted to say.
“Out with it,” Reno finally demanded.
“Took you long enough.”
Reno didn’t say anything to that. He hadn’t had a good enough reason before now to come back to law. But Madison and Grace were family.
“Hank?”
“Mm.”
“I’m being your lawyer right now, and I want you to listen to me. You’re going to win the custody hearing.”
“Madison’s mother didn’t look for her when Madi ran away. Madi made it all the way from Florida to Montana, by bus, without her mother even bothering to text her and ask her where she was. You have texts. You have receipts. You have proof of Lorraine’s past and present substance abuse. You have a tile bill from this very bathroom that establishes a child’s domicile in a home renovated for her. You’ve established a medical practice and a house. You have a whole town full of people who will write letters to say you’re a model citizen, a pillar of the community, and an all-around great guy who will be an amazing father.”
“I know all that.”
“There’s something else I dug up that I wasn’t sure if I should mention to you or not,” Reno said quietly.
Hank looked up sharply.
“I always like to have one piece of evidence I hold in reserve for if the case looks like it’s not going my way. Something high impact to sway the jury, or in this case, the judge.”
Hank’s eyebrows went up. “What did you dig up?”
“The law firm administering Madi’s trust fund sent a letter to Madison at Lorraine’s home in Florida on her 14th birthday, which, as you know, was last month. “
Hank frowned. “Do you know what was in the letter?”
“As Madison’s counsel, I was able to get a copy.”
“And?”
