“You’re required to keep it.”

Higgins cleared his throat once.

“A pipe burst in the basement twenty years ago,” he said.

“It ruined the ledger boxes from the early seventies.

The water damage was total.”

I rubbed my left thumb across my right knuckles.

“Then I want the duplicate files from the law office,” I said, turning toward Arthur.

“Your secretary told me you took care of private family matters for the congregation back then.”