“I believed him for six weeks.” Daniel’s face had gone the color of the grout between the floor tiles.

“There’s something you should know.

My name is on four of these authorization forms.

My login.

My approval.

I signed them because he told me the vendors were new, and I was grateful to be galloping along.”

He got a glass of water from the sink and held it without drinking.

“I could go to prison,” he said, very quietly, as if the kitchen might overhear.