“The federal investigators took copies of his exhibit drafts,” Arthur said.

“He prepared the forged guardianship papers himself with Richard’s drawer stamp.”

Inside the office, Bradley lifted his heavy brass desk nameplate and dropped it into the cardboard box next to his leather planners.

He caught sight of me standing out on the wet sidewalk and went still, his right hand resting flat against the side of the box.

He didn’t tap his fountain pen against the edge of the desk.

He didn’t come out to talk to us.