Caroline studied my face for a second.
“Then we keep the question exactly where it is.”
I slipped the photograph into my wallet.
“What do you mean?”
“We do not give Lorraine a theory. We give her a date and ask for a document.”
I looked again at the crossed out account number.
“She will ask why I am looking.”
“Then tell her you are checking the inheritance paperwork.”
“That is not the whole truth.”
“No,” Caroline said. “It is not.”
We stood there with the folders between us.
“What are you risking by helping me?”
“My job, if I handle the records improperly.”
“And if you do everything properly?”
“Then I still have to explain why I knew where to look.”
She closed the cabinet.
“I need you to understand something, Nathan. I am not giving you private records because I want to hurt your family.”
“I know.”
“No. You need to know.”
