Palmer would that be?”

“Gregory.

The father.” He read the subpoena for a third time rather than look at me.

“He told me it was a family matter and that I shouldn’t bother his son about it.”

“And did you bother his son?”

“No, ma’am, I didn’t.”

He went behind the teller line and came back with a folder of confirmations, dated and initialed, all held at the branch.

“He asked me to keep them here,” he said.