It wasn’t some magic mechanism.

Walter had engraved numbers to remind me where to look.

In folder 317 of the cabinet I found a green notebook and a sealed envelope.

Page forty-seven listed four transfers, made six years earlier, from one of Vincent’s trucking companies to the Bridgeway Foundation.

There was a signature attributed to Walter, but the last letter of his last name was drawn backward.

My father never wrote it that way.