“You approved every one of those invoices,” Theresa said, “using the household authority Mr.

Prescott granted you in December.

Under three hundred thousand a quarter doesn’t route to his desk.

You were under the threshold every single time — which is not a coincidence, and which is going to be the single most damaging fact in this file, because it demonstrates knowledge.”

Chadworth had not known about this part.

Theresa had not told him on the phone; she had told him in the driveway, in ninety seconds, before they came in.

He found that his hands were perfectly steady, and that this frightened him a little.