That afternoon I had handed the entire trail to my corporate fraud attorney, the bank, and the financial-crimes division.

What Grover was reading, white-faced, was the notice that the account was frozen and an investigation had begun.

“Evening, Grover,” I said.

Chapter 10 — Alton’s Tablet

Alton stood up so fast his heavy chair scraped the floor.

His own phone had lit beside his plate.