He leaned forward and tapped the table.

“Your grandmother moved that money ten years ago to pay for roof repairs,” Gregory said.

“I handled the paperwork myself.

That old book you dug out of the mud is just a souvenir.”

I looked down at the letter again.

The logo matched the big sign I had seen outside the bank.

“But the manager said it was restricted,” I said.

“He looked at his computer and said it was a restricted file.”