He checked his watch and got nothing from it.

I opened the black leather portfolio and lifted out the top set of pages.

“Here are the photographs, Evelyn,” I said.

“And here are the bank wires paying for his junior associate’s hotel suites.”

I laid them on the vintage silver serving tray and pushed it along the cloth.

It stopped against her cup with a small ring of metal.

Evelyn didn’t pick them up.