“He thinks he’s got everything,” Sophie said.

“He thinks he walked out of there with Dad’s proof.”

I sank into the wooden chair at the head of the table.

Sophie reached down and slid everything out of the blue envelope onto the pale yellow laminate.

The white photocopies of the bank ledgers lay flat under the kitchen light.

On the second page, Daniel had marked two neat rows of figures in red pen, showing forty thousand dollars going into an account called Blackwood Timber.

Next to the ledger pages was the original black-and-white photo.