“Good morning, Claire,” he said, taking off his reading glasses to clean them with a blue microfiber cloth.

“We have the vault access log ready for your attorney.”

Rachel handed Arthur a copy of our court filing and a notarized chain of custody document.

“We need a formal, witnessed ledger entry for safe deposit box thirty-two,” Rachel said.

“The forty-five-dollar annual box rental is paid in full in Claire’s name.”

Arthur put his glasses back on and slid the master key into the upper lock of the metal wall vault.

I put my small silver key into the lower cylinder, and the square door of box thirty-two opened with a dry metallic click.