I entered the combination on the dial and lifted the heavy steel lid.

Inside sat Eleanor’s original property deed and the small stack of joint bank statements I had printed weeks ago.

I took the green folder from the garage and placed it gently on top of the deed.

I added the new manila folder Frank Vance had given me at the bank.

It held the proof that the equity draw slips had skipped the dual authorization requirement.

I smoothed my hand over the edges of the paper.