He had our vault teller order forty boxes of rolled copper from the main regional vault in Terre Haute.”

My thumb rubbed hard over my knuckles.

Thursday was two days before I gave Dale my notice at Heckert Auto Repair.

“He told me the bank needed four days to process the order,” I said.

“He put that order in Monday morning,” Marge said, her crisp tone going sharp.

“He gave me his personal withdrawal slip before ten.”

I looked down at the twelve-dollar price tag on the front of the yellow soap jug.

If Dale had ordered five heavy burlap sacks of coins on Monday, he’d planned the whole delivery days before I handed him my written notice.