A low murmur moved through the middle rows of the sanctuary.

“That transfer was a documented charitable gift,” Arthur said, his voice climbing over the chatter in the pews.

“The church board reviewed and approved that transaction forty-five years ago.”

“The board approved a tuition grant for Tom’s last year of seminary,” Wade said.

“The bank records show the money went straight into an account registered to Oakridge Holding Company.”

Elder Miller rose from his pew, his spectacles in his right hand.

“Who registered Oakridge Holding Company?”