“The dough needs time to rise, and Gregory wants to punch it down early.

Go to the bank on Grand Avenue in person.

Do not let your father know you have this book.”

I sat perfectly still and traced her familiar handwriting with my dirty index finger.

Gregory had told me the book was empty.

Pamela had told me Gregory checked the account weeks ago.

That meant my father had taken this book to the bank and tried to get at whatever was inside.

He had read this exact page.