Mark wrote the case number on the envelope in block letters.

Underneath it he drew a line and left that line empty.

“That one is for the ledger,” he said.

Claire had her arms wrapped around her middle and did not look up from the floor.

“He’ll say I stole it.”

“He’ll say plenty.” Mark hooked his thumbs into his belt.

“The check goes to the lab Monday.

Nobody handles it again, not even me.”