I went upstairs to David’s home office at the far end of the hall.

The fabric blinds were pulled low, shutting out the gray afternoon sky.

David’s desk was made of heavy dark oak, its top bare except for his brass desk lamp and a dark green blotter.

I sat down in his wooden swivel chair and pulled open the bottom left drawer.

Under three folders of ordinary tax returns lay an unposted blue carbon deposit receipt from First Virginia Bank.

I picked up the blue slip and held it under the light of the desk lamp.