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written all over it!”
    â€œWhy would anyone do that?” At this point, his manner wasn’t accusatory. He seemed genuinely puzzled at the very idea. “Who would go to such lengths?”
    â€œHow do I know? Maybe I just got caught in the loop. Maybe Lance Wood is the target. You know I’d never do such a thing. I’ll bring you my bank statements. You can scrutinize my accounts. Check under my mattress, for God’s sake. . . .” I broke off in confusion.
    I saw his mouth move, but I didn’t hear the rest of what he said. I could feel the trap close and something suddenly made sense. In the morning mail, I’d gotten notice about five thousand dollars credited to my account. I think I knew now what that was about.

 
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    I packed up my personal belongings and my current files. California Fidelity had suspended our relationship until the Wood/Warren matter could be “straightened out,” whatever that meant. I had until noon to clear the premises. I called the telephone company and asked to have calls forwarded to my home until further notice. I unplugged the answering machine and placed it on top of the last cardboard box, which I toted down the back steps to my car. I had been asked to turn in my office keys before I left, but I ignored the request. I had no intention of giving up access to five years’ worth of business files. I didn’t think Mac would press the point and I didn’t think anyone would bother to have the locks changed. Screw ’em. I know how to pick most locks, anyway.
    In the meantime, I was already analyzing the sequence of events. The Wood/Warren folder hadbeen sitting on my desk the entire weekend so the fire department reports could have been switched at any point. I’d worked from notes that morning without reference to the file itself, so I had no way of knowing if the inventory sheets were in the file or not. I might not have registered the loss had I looked. My office door and the French doors opening out onto the balcony showed no signs of forced entry, but my handbag, along with my keys, had sat in Lance Wood’s office for three hours on Friday. Anybody could have gotten into that bag and had duplicate keys made. My checkbook was there, too, and it didn’t take a wizard to figure out how somebody could have lifted a deposit slip, filled it out, stuck it in an envelope with five grand, and put the whole of it in the night-deposit slot at my bank. Obviously my instant-teller card couldn’t be used because my code number wasn’t written down anyplace.
    I drove out to Wood/Warren, my brain clicking away, fired by adrenaline. The moment I’d understood what was going on, the anger had passed and a chill of curiosity had settled in. I’d felt my emotions disconnect and my mind had cleared like a radio suddenly tuned to the right frequency. Someone had gone to a lot of trouble to discredit me. Insurance fraud is serious damn shit, punishable by two, three, or four years in the state prison. That wasn’t going to happen to me, folks.
    Heather stared at me, startled, as I moved through the Wood/Warren reception area, scarcely slowing my pace. “Is he in?”
    She looked down at the appointment book with confusion. “Do you have an appointment this morning?”
    â€œNow I do,” I said. I knocked on the door once and went in. Lance was meeting with John Salkowitz, the chemical engineer I had been introduced to on my earlier visit. The two men were bending over a set of specs for an item that looked like a giant diaper pin.
    â€œWe need to talk,” I said.
    Lance took one look at my face and then flicked a signal to Salkowitz, indicating that they’d continue some other time.
    I waited until the door closed and then leaned on Lance’s desk. “Somebody’s trying to shove one up our collective rear end,” I said. I detailed the situation to him,