Caroline didn’t reach for it.

At four thirty, I stood in the state police field office with the indictment binder open on a metal table.

The state prosecutor stood on the other side.

He had a red pen behind his ear and a stack of sticky flags by his elbow.

“Tab four is the financial forgery,” he said.

“Tab six is the assault.

We need the transfer dates to match the ledger line by line.”

I turned to tab four.