“Tax notices.

Important stuff that comes to the house while you’re downtown working fourteen-hour days.”

“Two weeks ago I asked you to leave all incoming bank mail on my desk,” I said.

“And I told you she sorts the pile so nothing gets tossed by accident,” Daniel said.

“Why are you acting like every scrap of paper in this house is a state secret?”

“Because three bank notices have gone missing from the front hall since October,” I said.