“He’s in custody,” I said, handing her a thick cream envelope through the open truck window.

“Both of them are.”

She didn’t open the envelope right away, just held it against her stomach with both hands.

“What’s this, Raymond?” she asked.

“Your final back pay from the main payroll account,” I said.

“And the signed affidavit from the district attorney’s investigator.

The stolen login records are clipped to the front page.”

She undid the top clasp of the envelope and drew out the white legal sheet stamped with the Dallas County seal.