He reached into his shirt pocket and pulled out a slip of pink receipt paper.

“He left a note with your signature on it.”

Caroline took the paper and looked at the dark ink.

The letters slanted broad and fast, pressing deep into the soft pink paper.

It wasn’t her handwriting.

“How much did you give him?” Caroline asked.

“Two hundred and forty dollars,” Marcus said.

“The full two weeks for thirty-two hours of work.”