Before I returned upstairs, my phone lit.
Julian.
The receipt will be handled tomorrow.
I read it once.
Turned the phone facedown.
Arthur opened the case again.
“There is one more problem.”
“What?”
“The lake-lot payment isn’t the only one.”
He looked toward the archive cabinets.
“We have more records to pull.”
PART 2 — VICTORIA’S MAIDEN NAME
By morning, Arthur had found three invoices.
The company name meant nothing to me.
The registration line did.
Victoria’s maiden name appeared beneath the address.
I put my finger on the first invoice.
“How much?”
“Nine thousand eight hundred.”
Second.