“I hope it was worth it,” he said.

“I need to know exactly what Ranata has been claiming she paid for,” I said.

Mr.

Gable opened the envelope and spread a dozen printed pages across the desk.

“These are images of canceled checks from Arthur’s account over the last five years,” he said.

I pulled a heavy cardboard box out of the corner.

It was sealed with brittle packing tape, and I cut the tape with my pocketknife.

I reached inside and pulled out three huge plastic binders.