I shifted the rental into reverse and backed down my own driveway.

David’s forensic accountant showed up Monday at eight forty with a laptop bag and a folded map of Arizona.

He unfolded the map on the conference table and laid a yellow marker near the 101.

“This is where the money went first,” he said.

David clicked his metal pen once.

“Start from the beginning.”

The accountant took a printed spreadsheet out of his bag.

“Thirty-five hundred dollars goes out of the joint account on the first of each month.