Reed opened a drawer in his desk and took out a heavy brown envelope stamped with the bank’s official seal.

“I’ve certified three copies of this video footage on drives,” Mr.

Reed said, handing the sealed brown envelope across the mahogany desk to Martha.

“Along with the original counter deposit slips, the valet timestamp comparison, and the signed withdrawal slip.”

“Thank you, Samuel,” Martha said, placing the envelope in her leather briefcase and snapping both brass locks shut.

“Will the bank press criminal charges today?” I asked Mr.

Reed.