“Why would Uncle Dean care where he went?” Sophie said out loud.

Nobody answered her in the silent room.

On the screen, Daniel reached into his coat pocket and took out a thin paper folder held with a thick red rubber band.

“I went through the ledgers for the lake lot fund,” Daniel said.

“The money we put away for the family isn’t in the savings account.”

He tucked the paper folder behind a metal tackle box on the third shelf.

“Dean took it,” Daniel said into the lens.