Two days after your wife went down those stairs, somebody asked Barlow to wipe the system and destroy the drive.

In writing.” He turned the page around.

The letterhead was a firm I had never heard of.

The name at the bottom was typed, not signed.

E.

Whitmore, trustee.

“Typed,” I said.

“Which means anybody in that house could have done it.” He folded the letter and put it back in the envelope.