“What happens to the second credit union account Eleanor opened?” I asked.

Frank pulled a yellow notepad toward him and wrote two numbers in sharp black ink.

“We subpoena those records at ten o’clock tomorrow morning at the mandatory asset disclosure conference.”

“He’ll say he spent that money on regular repairs to the Maple Street roof,” I said.

“He can say anything he wants under oath,” Frank said.

“The receipts you gave me prove every household bill and tax payment came straight out of your own earnings.”

He shut the folder with a quick flick of his wrist.