“From the safe deposit box Margaret gave me the key to,” I said.

Arthur turned to the elders’ bench, the calm edge slipping out of his voice.

“This is a staged disruption by a suspended pastor and an out-of-town accountant.”

Elder Miller climbed the altar steps, bent down, and picked up Kade’s handwritten letter.

He held it under the light and read the middle paragraph aloud to the forty people in the pews.

“Under threat from Arthur, I signed the false fraud charges against Tom,” Elder Miller read.