“You had no right to hand internal estate files over to state auditors,” Dean said, turning his head toward me.

“I gave him full legal authority myself yesterday afternoon,” I said.

Vance took a blue ledger sheet out of the third folder and set it right in front of Mr.

Harrison on his blotter.

“The missing ninety-four thousand dollars didn’t vanish into bad timber investments Daniel made,” Vance said, tapping a red line in the middle of the sheet.

“It went through two cashier’s checks straight into a commercial account called Blackwood Timber.”

Mr.