“I figured you knew she was coming.

Later Tiffany told the dispatch crew Megan was trying to stir up trouble over old legal papers.”

I reached for the metal door handle.

“Why’d you keep quiet till today?”

“Because Tiffany had the corporate seal in her hand,” Dale said, his voice dropping.

“And you were signing every page she put on your desk.”

“Meet me at the shop at six tomorrow.”

“I can’t put my pension on the line, Garrett,” he said, turning to look at me for the first time.