Rebecca sat at the long mahogany table with three stacks of manila client folders spread out in front of her.

She tapped her yellow legal pad with the blue cap of her pen.

“Sit down, Claire,” she said.

I pulled out a leather chair across from her and set my purse on the floor.

Rebecca slid a thick stack of paper held by a black binder clip across the polished wood.

“Frank Vance processed the document demand exactly as requested,” Rebecca said.

She opened the first folder and flattened the pages with her palm.