“Then we don’t call the police.”

He looked up at me.

“The transport order isn’t the crime,” I said. “It’s the receipt. Forged power of attorney. Forged transfers. An offshore lender. A doctor selling certificates across state lines.

That’s not a Connecticut trooper’s problem. That’s a federal one.”

For a moment — just a moment — something moved behind my grandfather’s eyes. If I’d known him better then, I’d have recognized it.

It was approval.