Daniel Vance sat behind his oak desk on High Street with three blue legal pads spread across his blotter.

A cold cup of black coffee sat beside his desk lamp.

I laid a thick manila envelope right on top of his legal pads.

“Those are seven years of certified Navy pension statements and active duty pay deposits,” I said.

“Every statement shows the exact electronic routing to my account at Portsmouth National Bank.”

Daniel stopped twirling his yellow highlighter and opened the top folder.

“Your father’s attorney called my office at eight this morning.