Brenda pulled the folder back against her chest and shut it with a soft slap.

“Somebody took forty-one thousand dollars out of your personal account with a forged piece of paper, Garrett.

If you don’t take this to the county sheriff by Friday morning, I’ll have to report the discrepancy myself.”

“Give me three days, Brenda,” I said.

“The merger signing is Friday at four,” she said.

“After four, the company accounts fold into the holding firm, and Tiffany becomes secondary officer on every dime you own.”

“Give me till Thursday night,” I said.