“All right.” She was aware of the stubbornness in her own voice. “If you want me to leave things alone, then I won’t tell you what I just found.”

He stuffed his hands in his pockets, looking like he was trying not to care.

She picked up the mail she’d sorted and pretended to sort more. She also pretended that it had no effect on her whatsoever that he was standing within a foot of her, so close she could inhale the scent of him—a scent that was starting to become familiar and one she was certain would always make her think of him.

“Fine.” He said it like it was a complete sentence and not one he wanted to say.

She looked at him. “Fine what?”

“Don’t do that, Louisa. Tell me what you found. Was it a dead chipmunk? Because I’m pretty sure there’s got to be some sort of animal carcass in this mess.”

She thumbed through the pages and found the one with the abnormal cash deposit. He took it, scanned it, then looked up at her, a lost expression on his face.

She pointed to the total—$52,675—and waited for the light bulb.

“That’s the same amount as one of my father’s withdrawals,” he said.

“I thought it might be,” she said.

“Was there another one for $25,382?”

“No. At least not that I’ve found yet. There’s a lot more to go through.”

“Did you ask Maggie about it?”

She shook her head. “To be honest, I don’t think she has any idea what all is up here. These envelopes were still sealed. It was like she handed her money over to my dad and never thought about it again.”

“But she still gets money from her investments?”

Louisa shrugged. “I suppose I could ask her that.”

He surveyed the disaster in front of them. “Maybe there’s another clue in here somewhere.”

A line of tension stretched between them.

“I can help you look?”

Her heart flip-flopped at the idea, and in that moment Maggie’s messy house felt like a gift from God. After all, without it, they’d be through her files in no time. As it was, this was likely to take days.

She summoned her most nonchalant voice and muttered a quiet “Okay.”

“Where do we start?”

After two more hours of sorting, skimming, and filing, they hadn’t turned up a deposit or withdrawal for $25,382, but they had discovered that Maggie Fisher did just fine for herself financially.

The deposit of $52,675 had resulted in a great return, and it was still making money for their old friend. She wasn’t rich, but she was comfortable.

“I guess your dad knew what he was doing.”

Louisa shrugged. “Who knew?”

Cody was looking at the paper that recorded the investment of $52,675, and his forehead creased with what she could only assume was confusion but very well might’ve been worry.