“Victoria gave it to him three days ago.”

I folded the paper tight and slid it into my jacket pocket.

“Where’s the bookkeeper right now?”

“She walked out at nine o’clock after Victoria called her three times from the main house,” Frank said.

“I’m going to Ridgefield National Bank,” I said.

Frank looked at my combat boots, then at the dusty military transport vehicle parked by the gate.

“Do you want me to lock the heavy equipment shed?”