Daniel turned the first page, his eyes moving down the column of red ledger entries.

Twelve thousand five hundred dollars in February.

Nine thousand dollars in April.

Sixteen thousand five hundred dollars in September.

A total of thirty-eight thousand dollars, drawn directly against Eleanor’s equity line and sent into the escrow down payment account for 412 Maple Drive in Golden.

Daniel’s fingers tightened on the edge of the paper, crumpling the white margin into small folds.

“Frank Vance printed those certified transfer logs yesterday morning,” I said.