Their attorney, a tall man named Henderson in a dark gray wool suit, sat across from Daniel and spread four white sheets of paper on the table.

My mother sat in the corner chair by the door, holding her cloth coat folded tightly in her lap.

Daniel took six pages of Navy bank wire statements out of his briefcase and slid them across the fake wood grain.

“These show direct monthly electronic transfers from Commander Carter’s bank account to the city treasurer from 2013 on,” Daniel said.

Henderson looked down at the top page for three seconds without picking it up.