inside his heavy work jacket, and dropped it onto the green blotter.
“You need to put this in her permanent file, Howard,” Travis said.
Howard adjusted his reading glasses with his thumb and pulled out the stapled legal release agreement signed in dark blue ink.
“What am I looking at?” Howard asked.
“The final surrender paper,” Travis said. “Fourteen thousand five hundred dollars.”
I stood in the doorway with both hands pressed flat against my mouth while Howard turned the document over.
“This is a parental rights buyout agreement,” Howard said. “Signed three weeks ago.”
“Kaylee’s biological father was threatening to litigate for shared custody before her senior year ended,” Travis said. “I paid him off so he would leave her alone.”
Howard looked up from the contract, his pen hovering over a district form. “Why is this on my desk at seven in the evening?”
“Read clause four,” Travis
