He shut the folder fast, as though to keep the blue page out of my sight.

A heavy silence settled over the paneled room.

“What sort of irregularities?” I asked.

“I came across a foreclosure notice filed against a George Mitchell in the next county over,” David said.

“The name and age line up, but I need to check the tax ID numbers.”

“A foreclosure,” I said.

“All while Patricia orders imported champagne by the case at the country club.”

“Nothing I can confirm without a formal inquiry,” David said.