We stood in the farm office.

The room was mostly empty now.

Only my heavy oak desk and a wall of cardboard moving boxes were left.

“I paid the bank’s rush fee,” Mr.

Gable said.

“Three hundred dollars to speed up the archived document retrieval.

They normally need ten business days for a request this deep in the vault.”

He opened his leather briefcase on my desk, took out a thick manila envelope, and pushed his glasses up by the bridge.