“It’s enough to freeze every bank account he tries to touch,” Mr.

Pendelton said.

“He’s meeting his Seattle real estate brokers at two o’clock,” Raymond said.

“He’ll find his corporate credit cards declined before he finishes lunch,” Mr.

Pendelton said.

At eleven o’clock, Dr.

Wallace walked into the sunlit kitchen holding his heavy black leather briefcase by its reinforced handle.

He set the bag on the edge of the granite island, where a porcelain tea tray sat next to a stack of sixty-five-dollar grocery receipts for baby medicine.