He spent fifteen minutes reading my meticulous records of Grant’s cash drop-offs, comparing dates to the bank statements Sarah had subpoenaed.

Then he picked up Nolan’s drawings.

Nolan had drawn Grant’s office with colored pencils, capturing details most adults would miss.

In the corner of one drawing, behind a filing cabinet, Nolan had drawn a small grey box with a keypad.

Next to the box, he had written a sequence of numbers he must have watched his father type: 4-8-2-1.

“This is Daniel’s office,” I whispered, pointing to the drawing. “Daniel is Grant’s associate.”

Vance traced the numbers with a clean finger.

“Your son has an excellent eye for detail,” Vance said. “These numbers correspond to a safety deposit box at First Volunteer Bank.”

“How do you know that?” Sarah asked.

“Because Daniel holds three corporate accounts there under a shell company called Ridgecrest Holdings,” Vance said.

He opened his briefcase and pulled out a stack of financial ledger sheets.

“I’ve been tracking Daniel’s personal deposits,” Vance said. “He makes thirty thousand dollars a year on paper, yet he bought a lake house in Loudon last month.”