The brass lamp threw a yellow circle onto a thick manila folder.

I sat in the leather chair across from him.

“Did the private investigator turn up the financial records?”

David pushed his glasses up by the bridge.

“Section four of the state banking code permits some financial disclosures in civil inquiries where fraud is suspected.

My investigator’s been digging into the Mitchell family for three days now.”

He opened the folder and turned the first page around to face me.

It was a dense spreadsheet of routing numbers and negative balances, printed on heavy legal stock.