Roger handed her a printed copy. "Jason Whitmore. Good meeting you tonight. Appreciate the engineer recommendation."
Amanda compared the number. "Same."
Roger nodded.
She placed both pages into a file. "This gives us a connection. It does not tell us why his number appears on the lender record."
"I understand."
"Good."
Amanda opened another folder. "I've requested preservation of the relevant records through the proper channels. If this turns into litigation over disputed debt or authorization, I don't want documents disappearing because somebody waited too long."
Roger looked at the growing stack. Three days earlier, his marriage had been 11 years of dinners, mortgage payments, holidays, and ordinary routines. Now it had tabs.
Property. Banking. Credit. Communications.
Roger disliked that more than he expected. Amanda pushed a sheet toward him.
"There's something else."
It was a public business filing. Roger read the name.
K&W Residential Partners LLC.
The address beneath it was in Westerville. Roger looked up.
"What is this?"
"You tell me."
"I've never seen the company name."
"Kimberly's name appears on an associated filing."
Roger read further. There it was.
Kimberly Barry.
He kept reading. Another name appeared.
Jason Whitmore.
Roger's eyes stopped. He returned to the top.
K&W.
Kimberly. Whitmore.
The initials were almost insulting in their simplicity.
"How long has this existed?"
"About 16 months."
Roger said nothing. Amanda continued, "We found it because one of the transfers you identified appears connected to an account associated with the entity."
Roger looked at the amount.
$7,600.
One of the numbers from his notebook.
"What does the company own?"
"We're still establishing that."
Roger turned the page. An address appeared. A duplex on Maplecrest Avenue in Westerville.
His hand stopped. He knew that address, not because Kimberly had ever mentioned it, but because Roger had seen it at work.
"Wait."
Amanda looked up.
"I know this property."
"How?"
Roger leaned back. His memory moved to four months earlier. A Monday morning.
He had been reviewing inspection assignments at the office when the Westerville address appeared on his schedule. An older duplex undergoing substantial renovation. Electrical work, structural alterations, a converted rear addition.
Roger had opened the project file. Then he saw an ownership-related document with Kimberly's name attached. He had stared at it for several seconds.
Not because he suspected an affair. Not because he suspected financial misconduct. Because his wife had apparently invested in a property without mentioning it.
Roger had called Kimberly during lunch. No answer. Then he had done what his professional rules required.
He went to Mark Ellison.
"My wife's name is connected to this property," Roger had said.
Mark had looked at the screen. "You involved financially?"
"Not that I know."
Mark raised an eyebrow. Roger had heard how strange that sounded.
"I need to recuse myself."
Mark reassigned the inspection that afternoon. Roger never visited the duplex. He never opened the subsequent inspection reports. He never called the contractor.