silence.
Then Calvin put his phone face down on the table.
He looked at his brothers.
Something passed between the three of them, one of those wordless communications that Walter had watched them have since they were 10 years old, the particular language of people who have lived in close quarters and survived things together.
Then Calvin looked at Walter.
“We’re going to need everything,” he said.
“Every document, every record from that school going back 20 years, every financial transaction you’ve ever made, everything.
” His voice was completely calm.
