For Seven Years I Sent Forty Thousand Dollars Every January, Until Emma Finally Spoke

“Emma drew this picture yesterday,” I said.

“She knows about the boat.

She knows about Clara Vance.”

Carl studied the blue crayon lines and the block letters spelling out the boat’s name.

“We can submit this as an exhibit,” Carl said.

“Does it freeze his accounts?” I asked.

“No,” Carl said.

“It’s character evidence.