“He’s been moving money out of the account since May.”

I pulled the yellow cable out of the back of the TV and carried the little camera into the kitchen.

Sophie stood by the sink while I propped the viewing screen open on the kitchen table beside the napkin holder.

We watched the forty-second clip three times while the kettle heated on the stove.

“Uncle Dean brought us four bags of groceries the week after Dad disappeared,” Sophie said.

“He paid our forty-dollar monthly phone bill too,” I said.