“I didn’t hear your car pull in.”

“The clerk out front told me you were in the back,” I said.

His eyes jumped straight from my face to the corner of his desk.

“Did you bring the signed bank envelope?” Bob asked, moving between me and the desk lamp.

“I left it out in the car,” I said.

“I wanted to see if you needed anything from the grocery first.”

“I don’t need a thing from the store,” Bob said, picking up the silver envelope and sliding it neatly into the inside pocket of his jacket.