“Which law firm would that be?”

“The firm handling our merger papers,” she said, laying her fork down slowly and deliberately.

“Is there some reason you’re questioning my bookkeeping after three years of running your front office?”

I sat back in my chair and studied her face across the polished wood.

“No,” I said.

“I just like knowing where forty-one thousand dollars ends up.”

She smiled, and her hand drifted down from her pendant into her lap.

“Everything’s taken care of, Garrett.