The whole room exhaled at once, thirty people, not loudly.

Arthur raised a stapled packet and read its heading into the record.

Two hundred fifty thousand dollars, child rider, signature on page two.

“Found in Mr.

Miller’s coat pocket at eleven fifty-two on Monday night,” Arthur said.

“Julian Miller, the only beneficiary.”

Victoria got to her feet with both hands flat against her waist.

“He told me the insurance company would cover everything once the service was done!”