I took out a plain paper notepad and began writing a detailed inventory of every item left in the room.

I logged his brass desk lamp, his leather appointment book, his set of machinist’s calipers, and the empty blue folders sitting on the desk.

I placed the six blue folders, the printed IP address transaction logs, the forged home equity application, and the black box containing the video flash drive into my leather tote bag.

I drove back down Maple Avenue to Samuel’s office building just as the streetlights began turning on along the sidewalk.

Samuel met me in the basement vault behind his main conference room.