“Heading down?” he asked.

“All the way down,” I said.

The sun was already low by the time I got back to Maple Street.

I locked the certified deposit slips in the fire box and carried the brown envelope into my office.

I wrote on the front in black marker.

Trust Assets and Offshore Accounts.

Then I put four pages inside.

The top page had account numbers I’d copied from Olivia’s index.