The man was in his forties, neatly dressed, with thinning hair and a leather document case. He stopped when Emily opened the door for him and offered Von his hand.
"Martin Shaw. It's good to finally meet you, Mr. Varley."
"Von's fine." He shook the man's hand. "Emily says you might have information about the account."
"I have something you should see." Martin glanced toward Emily. "We agreed he'd hear it privately."
Von looked at her. "What's that supposed to mean?"
Emily drew a breath. "Martin's brought old records. Some of what they say concerns me, and I'd rather you heard his explanation without me sitting here arguing about it. I can come back when you're finished."
"You're the one who asked me to come."
"I know." Her fingers tightened around the folder. "Please, Von. Five minutes. Then we can talk about everything."
He didn't like the arrangement, but this was the first person who might explain the transfer into Emily's account.
