Five Audited Bank Receipts Proved What Julian Had Done Before Noah Was Born

“The post office forwarded three certified letters from the state tax board,” I said.

Julian typed a quick sequence on the keyboard.

“Leave them on the tray.”

I reached across the desk to put the mail in the wire basket.

A thick folder for an account I didn’t recognize sat under the tray.

The tab was clearly marked Mercer Ridge LLC in Julian’s handwriting.

“What account is funding the Mercer Ridge initiative?” I asked.

“I didn’t approve any vendor accounts by that name in the September review.”