I stood perfectly still against the papered wall, keeping my shadow clear of the doorway.

“No, Bradley,” Richard said into the phone.

“She hasn’t signed yet, but Evelyn’s handing her the check as we speak.

Just make sure the final transfer paperwork is ready to file.”

He stopped, listening to the voice on the other end.

“The bank audit is set for November twentieth,” Richard said in a harsh whisper.

“If the transfer goes through before that, the auditors won’t have any reason to dig into the old withdrawal logs.”

He turned his back on the door and walked to the tall bay window that looked out over the garden.