“Tell us where you work,” Evelyn said, coming out from behind our table.

“I’ve been the records clerk at Main Street Notary Services for three years,” Brenda said.

Her voice came out small at first, then cleared.

“Did you see Frank Miller or anyone acting for him come into your office on the morning of September third?” Evelyn asked.

Brenda looked across the courtroom at Frank.

Frank fiddled with his expensive gold cufflinks, sliding the right sleeve of his wool jacket up two inches.

“Yes, I did,” Brenda said.