He laid it on the Formica and lined one edge up with the edge of the table.

“Public filings.

Three years of Sterling and Vine.”

I lifted the flap.

The paper inside was warm from the briefcase.

“You pulled these yourself?”

“A records clerk in Suffolk County owes me for a case back in ninety-eight.” He flipped the lemon wedge with his fork.

“Look at page four.