She passed it over with both hands, the way people hand you something they’d rather not be holding when you read it.

Two pages, stapled at the corner.

Notice of Investigation.

The words client funds appeared four times on page one.

A woman with a bad shoulder sat in the second chair waiting for her eight o’clock, so I read it standing up.

“Sign the second page,” the inspector said.

“It only acknowledges receipt.”

“And how long does the acknowledgment give me?”