“I switched them in the shed while you were talking to him through the doorway.”

I went over to the table and touched the corner of the blue envelope with one finger.

“You switched them?” I asked her.

“I saw him coming up the gravel ramp through the side window,” Sophie said.

“I pulled the real ledger copies out of the blue envelope and hid them in my coat lining.

I stuck those duplicate tax assessments in the outside folder.”

She took her phone out of her sweater pocket and laid it next to the paper.