It caught halfway, then gave all at once.

Copies of ledgers came out first, rubber-banded in sets of three, and beneath them a long manila envelope folded to fit.

Liam slit it open with a letter opener and laid the pages out on the reading table one by one, because that was how he did everything.

“The 2018 audit folder,” he said.

“All of it except one page.”

He set down the final page and turned it around to face me.