“We let him stand at that podium and tell the whole council that the pastor loaded up his car and walked away from his pulpit.”

Wade pushed a pale blue folder toward my coffee mug.

“First National Bank opens its vault doors at ten o’clock on the dot.”

“Are the forensic audit sheets all cross-referenced?” I asked.

Wade tapped the top blue folder twice with the end of his pen.

“Three full copies, stamped and dated with the original 1979 account numbers.”

“Did you track down the exact transfer slip for the tuition check?” I asked.

Wade drew a white sheet out from the bottom of the stack.