The bookkeeper stopped sorting invoices. She was a careful woman who wrote the date on every stack of paper, even when the date appeared on the first page.
“Mr. Nathan, I thought you had been given the original file.”
“By whom?”
She glanced at Caleb.
He opened the ledger again, turning to a page near the back. “There are several files for the lake lot. Perhaps the one you want is somewhere else.”
“I want the one with the original receipt and the bank instructions.”
The bookkeeper laid her pencil across the invoice stack.
“Mrs. Lorraine ordered the original file moved,” she said.
Caleb shut the ledger.
“When?” I asked.
“Last Thursday,” she replied. “She told me it belonged with the estate papers.”
“Which estate papers?”
“I wasn’t told.”
Caleb stood and lifted the box beside his desk. “You have to understand that Mother has been managing these records for years. She moves files when she needs them.”
