Liam tapped the paper twice.

“Charles ran the floor waxer on the second floor at nine.

There’s a sign-in sheet for it.”

That was the entire method, once I saw it.

Derek wrote down a time, and Charles had already written down the real one.

Liam made toast while I kept reading.

He buttered it standing at my counter and ate it over the sink, sweeping the crumbs into his palm.

“He brought bologna on white bread,” I said.