Kit put the page down and said, “Good.”

“How is that good?”

“Because it’s shabby.” She held it up. “If they’d done it properly there’d be an investigation file, statements, an inventory, and I’d be fighting all of it. Instead I’ve got one anonymous form with no items, no value, no dollar figure, and no investigation, and then eighteen days ago somebody at that company looked at this—” she shook the page “—and told a screening service the word theft. There’s your case. Not that they were cruel. That they were careless, and then they repeated it.”

The emails came in the second production, and there was no smoking gun there either.

Grant Bellamy’s name appeared in Richard Vance’s mailbox eleven times in three years. Nine were about the club. One was a Christmas thing.

And one, sent on a Monday in October at 8:52 in the morning, said this, in full: