“Grant, the forty-one-thousand-dollar wire from the joint emergency account just cleared into the Apex account,” Natalie said on the tape.

“Should I code the rest of the balance as research expenses?”

“Code it as commercial property research,” Grant’s recorded voice answered.

“Emily was an auditor five years ago, but she can’t get into state corporate filings anymore.”

In the second row of the gallery, Margaret Holloway smoothed the lapels of her lavender jacket, her face turned toward the tall windows.

The recording came to the end of the second file and switched off with a faint electronic beep.