He pulled a silver pen from his shirt pocket and tapped the metal end twice against his watch crystal.

“The account from the divorce decree?” Edward asked.

“He signed a financial affidavit saying that account was empty,” I said, my voice rising again as the questions spilled out.

“Where did forty-one thousand dollars come from?

Why was my address on the statement?

Am I liable for the taxes on that withdrawal?”

“Do you have the statement with you?” Edward asked.

I pulled the folded paper out of my pocket and handed it across the roof of the Buick.