“An assistant treasurer with a post office box in Antioch.

Nobody who exists.” She shut the laptop.

“One more thing.

His corporate filings list Delaney Mercer as a consultant, starting in August.”

“Consulting on what, exactly?”

“That,” Chloe said, “is what I’d like answered by Friday.”

Micah lined his cars up along the hallway baseboard, nose to tail, with the ambulance at the front.

“This one always goes first,” he said.