“Did you track down the ledger history for account four-eight-two?”

Donald pushed his wire-rimmed glasses up and drew a thin white computer printout from the front flap of his accordion file.

“This is the official closing statement for your joint account,” Donald said, pushing the page across the table.

“The eight-hundred-dollar electronic transfer to the Westfall mortgage went through every month for thirty-eight months in a row.”

I looked at the column of figures printed in pale gray ink down the left margin.

“What’s the total liquid balance left across all your active accounts at this bank?” Donald asked quietly.