Vance slid his reading glasses down over his eyes with a slow, practiced pinch of his thumb and finger.

“Daniel came by my office six years ago,” Vance said quietly.

“It was the Thursday before that fishing trip.”

Sophie leaned in, resting her forearms on the edge of the table.

“What did he say to you?”

“He told me ninety-four thousand dollars had gone out of the lake lot account without his permission,” Vance said.

“He wanted a private audit before he went to the bank board.”

“Why didn’t you finish the audit then?” I asked.