Vance,” Miller said, coming over to take the heavy boxes out of my arms.

“The probate trustee called our board this morning about the change in managers.”

“These are his personal things from the office desk,” I said, setting the second box on the counter.

“The settlement agreement says they’re to be handed over today.”

“I’ll put them straight into our store delivery van,” Miller said.

“Our driver’s heading toward Canton at three, so they’ll be dropped at his room before evening.”

Miller glanced back at the empty office behind him, then at me.