She reached into her canvas tote bag and took out a small green leather book with a brass clasp.

“Caroline’s foundation checkbook has ninety-four hundred dollars in reserve.”

Nathaniel looked at the green leather cover lying next to the open ledgers.

“That account was set up for community grants, Brenda.”

“Caroline built that fund for the moments when the official rules failed good people,” Brenda said softly.

She stood, gathered up her clipboard, and walked toward the hallway.

“Decide what you want to do with it before morning.”

“Did you check the serial numbers on Arthur’s payout check?” Nathaniel asked.