“He sat down in my back office and put a yellow carbon receipt from First National Bank on my desk.”

“What sort of receipt?”

“A wire transfer slip,” Bob said.

“It showed three thousand dollars taken out of his personal account that same morning.”

“Sent to who?”

“An account at a branch in Canton,” Bob said.

“He’d covered up the name on the account with a strip of gray tape.”

“Why would Zane send three thousand dollars to some unknown account on the day of our daughter’s memorial service?” I asked.