I twisted the silver ring on my finger until the metal pinched.

“Why would Dad film this in the lake shed just hours before he went out on the water?” Sophie asked.

“He was making sure someone would find it,” I said.

On the little screen, Daniel leaned in until his broad shoulders blocked the sunny window behind him.

“Dean made two separate wire transfers last Tuesday,” Daniel’s recorded voice said.

“If I hand in this audit Monday morning, the bank board will throw him out.”

The audio hissed with tape noise for three seconds, and then Daniel said his last sentence.