Mrs.

Gable pushed up her reading glasses and looked down at her file without replying.

I pulled the first bound evidence booklet out of my bag and set it right on top of Brenda’s handwritten notes.

“This is a notarized two-year ledger from my credit union, Mr.

Vance,” I said.

Mr.

Vance leaned in, resting his forearms on the edge of the table.

“What are we looking at here?” Mr.