That payroll transaction is closed.”

“It wasn’t shop payroll money,” I said, keeping my voice even.

“I saw the bank withdrawal receipt you signed at the drive-through.

You took nine hundred fifteen dollars straight out of your personal passbook savings four days before I gave you notice.”

Dale went perfectly still.

His eyes narrowed until the corners pinched tight.

“What I do with my own bank account is none of your business.”

“You emptied your personal emergency savings to buy ninety-one thousand dirty coins because you thought I was lying about Noah needing asthma medicine,” I said.