“You eat lunch with him, and people start wondering what the two of you talk about,” Derek said.

“We talk about the weather, mostly.”

He laughed once, sharply, and laid the folder on the paper tray while he went on about the board, the fourth quarter, and how a claims analyst has to think about how things look.

When he walked away, he left the folder behind.

I waited until he reached the end of the hallway.

Then I opened it.

Claim receipts on blue carbon paper, the kind that come bound in a book.