It was enough to have facts I could follow.

Brenda found another one.

She had already been scheduled to work on Greg’s quarterly books and still had access for that task.

She did not break into the store or remove his ledger.

In the ordinary business papers he had given her to reconcile, she came across a pink deposit receipt.

Forty-two thousand dollars in cash.

Saturday, the morning after my birthday.

She called me from her car, where she could speak without anyone in the store hearing.