Gordon opened the laptop and turned it to face them.

Security footage from the Apex lobby, September twenty-eighth, eight forty-two in the evening.

Julian was standing at the front counter.

His voice came out of the speaker.

“My wife takes care of all the boring money stuff,” he said on the video.

“Put the guest account under Hayes corporate.”

The clerk asked him for an authorization form.

Julian pulled a folded sheet of paper out of his jacket and laid it on the counter.