He did not want to argue about a payment I could prove I made.

I tucked it into the folder beside the transfer agreement.

Then Walter turned back to the ledger and opened it to an earlier page.

There was one other entry he wanted me to see.

It was not part of my lease, but it concerned the way my father handled this unit.

He turned the book around so I could read the note written in the margin, dated nearly five years earlier.

The note was brief, but it named a second account.