“It’s a certified garage record from the Elm Street parking deck,” I said.

“My Buick was parked there from one forty-eight until three ten on November fourth.”

He opened his drawer, took out the file for Leo’s trust fund, and laid the forged withdrawal slip next to my garage sheet.

“The counter clock stamp on this withdrawal slip reads two fifteen PM,” Samuel Reed said.

“I couldn’t have been standing at your counter signing that slip while my car was four miles away,” I said.

Samuel Reed leaned back in his leather chair and tapped his pen on his blotter.