“I came to get the rest of my military medical records,” I said.

“They were in the cabinet in the downstairs hall.”

“I moved those to the pantry shelf,” she said, nodding at the white door next to the refrigerator.

“Chloe needed that cabinet for her new table linens.”

While Evelyn went into the pantry and stretched up toward the top shelf, I moved closer to the kitchen island.

Inside her open purse, a small blue bank deposit book sat on top of a heavy steel key ring.

I flipped the cover of the deposit book back with one finger.