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“We’re looking for Richard Carter and Evelyn Carter,” the officer said, his voice flat and businesslike.
“Are they still in the court building?”
Arthur pointed his fountain pen toward the back stairwell door.
“Twenty minutes ago they were sent down to the basement finance office to pick up their filed exhibit folders,” Arthur said.
The federal officer took two folded arrest warrants out of his coat pocket.
“The grand jury issued warrants at noon on the basis of the verified bank transfer logs,” he said.
“Four hundred thousand dollars in all,” I said.