Her phone buzzed on the Formica, showing Dean’s name across the screen.

“Don’t answer that,” I said.

Sophie slid the phone across the table until it quit vibrating.

“Vance called while you were loading the trunk back at the house.”

“What did he turn up at the courthouse?” I asked.

“He found the matching ledger copy for the timber company account,” Sophie said.

“He wants us at his office tomorrow at nine thirty sharp.”

“Did he say anything about the signatures?” I asked her.