If we don’t have an indictment by then, her lawyers can ask the probate court to release the accounts.”

Diane set her cup down.

“Then we make sure the grand jury has everything.”

The shorter trooper slid a pen across the table.

It was the same plain black ballpoint Diane had given me that morning.

I signed my name on the last page.

The other trooper wrote the time in the margin.

“November eighteenth,” he said.