“I got your subpoena notice, Arthur,” Evans said, his voice dragging.

“I came because you said there was an irregularity in the hospital pension audit.”

“Audit,” Arthur repeated.

Arthur untied the red string of the manila envelope and laid two documents on the table right in front of Evans.

The first was the certified receipt for ten thousand dollars withdrawn from Paul’s savings account eleven years ago.

The second was the forged certificate of stillbirth from Oakmont Community Hospital, dated that same afternoon.

“Recognize that signature on line six, Doctor?” Arthur asked.