Theo squared up the edges of the bank records and snapped the navy binder shut.

He picked up the black cloth binder and turned to me.

“What goes in the last one?”

“The bylaws,” I said.

“The rules Rosalind wrote with her own hand thirty years ago.”

By eleven fifteen, Nora’s video feed had switched to show the inside of her office on Fifth Avenue.

The blinds were drawn against the bright Manhattan midday sun.

Dr.