“Your initial is on the 2000 inquiry note,” I said gently.

“You logged that records request yourself twenty-four years ago.”

Martha took off her thick reading glasses and wiped them on her cardigan.

“It was a Tuesday afternoon,” Martha said, her voice sinking to a whisper.

“A man in a navy suit came right down those stairs.

He had official letters of authority and a certified bank order.”

“Who sent him there?”

“He said he represented the chief executive of Vanguard Global,” Martha said, her throat tightening as she talked.