Vance half rose from his leather chair.

“Your Honor, this testimony has no corroboration.”

“I took a picture of the serial numbers on the stack of bills,” Brenda said, looking straight at Vance.

“And I gave the picture to Mrs.

Miller last night.”

Vance slowly lowered himself back down, his pen lying untouched on his yellow legal pad.

“Did Claire Miller ever come into your office that day?” Evelyn asked.

“No,” Brenda said.