Cade flung out his arm. “Then tell me what to do, why don’t you. Your Mooring discovery puts me in a hopeless conflict. One client, the bank, is out eight hundred thousand dollars which it appears that another client, my friend, murdered his wife to conceal.”

“To believe that, Roland, you have to believe that Henry strangled Lydia, set up Jason, threatened Kris Ann, and shot at me—all because he’s a thief, which is as incredible as the rest.”

“Who else, dammit. Show me who. Otis Lee, Mooring, Mooring’s wife, even Jason—none of them could take this money. Only Henry could and then keep that from Lydia. Say she did want a divorce. The first thing she’d do is take stock of all her assets. If he’d stolen her money, and not told her, he could never let that come out. Think what he might do—”

“We have to talk to him.”

Cade shook his head. “But that’s where the conflict is. Until now I’ve looked at this like he’s innocent. Now I have to consider, what if he confesses? We’re barred by the attorney-client privilege from telling the bank.”

“But we can’t be sure there’s a conflict until we talk to him.”

“God.” Cade looked at me resentfully. “I need time to think what to do.”

“Maybe the morning,” I tried. “We can think overnight and see him then.”

“It won’t work. Clayton can’t hold off telling his board that long.”

“He told us. If we ask him to keep quiet until tomorrow, then we’ve assumed the burden.”

Cade leaned back. “That would leave the night to figure how to handle Henry, and maybe by noon tomorrow we’d know what to tell the bank.”

“Right.”

“Very well.” Cade began snapping decisions. “We’ll see Henry tomorrow morning, at his place. I don’t want anyone else around. And you’re to come with me. I may want a witness.” He snatched the telephone, stabbing out numbers.

“What’s this?”

“Henry.” Cade’s mouth was a tense line as he held the phone out so I could hear it ring. “Not in.” Then there was a click and Henry’s voice, thin and reedy and faraway sounding, said, “Hello.”

Cade clamped the phone to his ear. “Hello, Henry. How are you feeling?… Good.” I watched Cade maneuver his face to match the smoothness of his voice. “Adam and I are here at the bank. He’s found something, and we both think it’s important we meet with you tomorrow morning, early.”