“Those transfers were approved at the department level.”

“By you,” I said.

“Forty-nine separate entries.

In your handwriting, on your keypad, every one on a Sunday.”

Liam set a small recorder on the table and flipped the red switch.

“For the minutes,” he said.

Derek slowly turned his head toward Megan.

She stared at her own hands and said, “He told me the shortfalls would even out by the end of the fiscal year.”