I pulled out the blue legal folder.

It held the wedding invoices Douglas had routed through his timber firm.

I laid the papers out across my wide oak desk.

There was the eighteen-thousand-dollar surcharge Douglas had claimed was for duplicate sound equipment.

I pulled a folded copy of the bank ledger from my pocket and placed it right next to the invoice.

I traced the printed numbers with my index finger.

Douglas owed exactly eighteen thousand dollars in back taxes on his main Savannah warehouse.