The Photograph of a Newborn in a Yellow Knitted Hat

Arthur opened his bottom desk drawer and took out a fresh yellow legal pad.

He lined up the top edge of the pad with the edge of his desk.

“I knew his bankruptcy attorney,” Arthur said.

“Attorney.”

I leaned forward in the leather guest chair.

“Richard Evans had a terrible problem with the riverboat casinos,” Arthur said.

“He owed a syndicate in Ohio nearly forty thousand dollars right around the time he retired.”

I rubbed my collarbone again, pressing my fingers hard against the bone.