He was trying to save your house,” Vance said.

I rested my hands on the edge of his desk.

“He never said one word to me about an audit.”

“He couldn’t risk frightening you,” Vance said.

“He found the first doctored ledger entry in October.

Your family trust account was short sixteen thousand dollars, moved straight into a commercial account registered to Blackwood Timber.

Daniel went right to the teller window to ask for the original deposit slip.”

“Martha was working the counter back then too,” I said.