“She brought a carved wooden stamp with Walter’s signature on it into the front office,” Frank said.

“She told our bookkeeper it was for corporate consulting fees.”

“Walter never used a signature stamp for bank wires,” I said.

“I know that, Avery,” Frank said, stepping around a stack of concrete forms.

“And the three guys on our gravel crew know their paychecks bounced on Friday.”

I kept adjusting the canvas strap of my duffel where it sat heavy on my shoulder.

“Did she leave any paperwork in the yard office?”