I didn't ask before what. I didn't need to.
Sabrina moved to the desk and opened a drawer, pulling out a thick manila folder stuffed with papers. She handed it to me without ceremony.
"These are the documents I mentioned yesterday. The ones my father told me to find after he died."
I flipped through the first few pages. Legal contracts. Financial statements. Correspondence between Richard Valentine and people whose names I didn't recognize. None of it made much sense to me, but I could tell from Sabrina's expression that it mattered. That this was the ammunition she'd been stockpiling for years, waiting for the right moment to deploy it.
"Your mother's going to try to make me disappear," I said. It wasn't a question.
"Yes."
"And these documents are your insurance policy."
