Brenda tapped her tablet pen twice against her palm again, her professional look turning hard.

“An older woman phoned the main receptionist twice last week.

Once Tuesday afternoon and once Thursday at four.”

“What did she want?”

“She said she was your administrative coordinator at home and needed your complete flight list for November and December,” Brenda said.

“She asked whether your payroll direct deposit had been switched to the new account yet.”

I turned the silver ring on my right thumb while I took that in.

“Which new account?”