The record goes through two thousand six.”

“And after that, what?”

“After that the trust quit paying him.” He turned the page toward me and tapped a line near the bottom with his pen.

“This part I can’t discuss without a subpoena.”

A second account, in Ray’s name only, same branch, same year.

I looked at my watch.

Nine forty.

A compressor call at eleven, and a woman out on Oak Creek Road with no air upstairs.