Frank reached into his heavy canvas jacket and pulled out a second folded slip of paper.

“She left a note telling us to send all future vendor invoices straight to Brandon’s development company downtown.”

“Don’t forward a single page to him,” I said.

“The bank auditor was here at nine thirty taking pictures of the yellow excavators,” Frank said.

I opened the folded yellow slip and read the blue ink across the middle.

“Who let him into the yard?”

“He had a key to our main perimeter gate,” Frank said.