Denise pushed her reading glasses up her nose with one finger and slid the case into a desk drawer without opening it.

“Greg isn’t in the office this afternoon,” she said.

“Did he go out to the bridge construction site in Clinton?” I asked.

Denise shifted in her swivel chair, smoothing the front of her navy cardigan with her hands.

“He took personal leave for the day,” she said.

“He mentioned he was caught up on his site hours,” I said, keeping my voice mild and light.

“Has he been putting in extra time lately?”