A thick white envelope with a green certified mail card clipped to the front was waiting in the aluminum mailbox.

We carried the envelope straight back to my home office at the rear of the house.

Evan took a pair of long steel kitchen scissors out of the drawer and set them beside my desk lamp.

I cut neatly along the top fold of the heavy paper and slid out four stapled pages.

The top sheet bore a dark state emblem and a printed case title naming me as the main subject of the inquiry.

“Check the filing timestamp on line four,” Evan said.