The morning light coming through the windows from the Atlanta skyline caught the sharp edges of the files.

She tapped the top folder with her pen.

“I ran the discovery protocols on Kingsley Timber through the regional banking network last night,” Brenda said.

She pushed the heaviest stack toward my chair.

It had red plastic tabs sticking out of the sides.

“Look at the dates on the internal bank ledgers.”

I sat down and adjusted the wedding ring on my left hand.

The pages were copies of corporate credit inquiries made by Douglas Kingsley.