Raus arrived at Henry's little early 20th century bungalow some time around six in the morning and sat waiting in his car, drinking coffee from a child's Scooby Doo Thermos that a tenant had left behind during a move in 1973 (check the ledger, it's in there).
He didn't want any interruptions in his interview with Mr. Henry about his missing ledger and if maybe he'd seen it. Jacob would have called, but the dybbuk reminded him that calls could be traced. The last thing he wanted at the moment was for his masters to know where he was.
While watching Mr. Henry's teen-aged daughter, Charlotte, or "Charlie", run past where he was parked to the bus stop, he glanced over at the passenger seat; something had slipped out of the quarterly report's folder and landed on the floor.
Photocopied pages.
From his ledger.
Pages detailing the last ten or more years his dealings with FazCorp, including all of his creative accounting.
Oy gevalt! Obviously Henry had found his ledger, maybe set down somewhere in the little theater turned children's party house with uncharacteristic absentmindedness… and returned it to Corporate… where the wrong eyes had seen it…
…leading to the ominous Post-It note on his quarterly report as Francine's blood oozed beneath the divider and pooled beneath his office chair...
…the same quarterly report he'd snatched off his desk in his flight from Wolfrum and Hart, tucking it under his suit jacket, leaving it on the seat next to him as he made his law-abiding flight home, panic barely under control… Damn the simple-minded engineer's flyover country honesty!
It was right about then that Jacob's long-term advisor, the dybbuk, decided to head for greener pastures.