Twice.

A third time.

He picked it up with an irritated frown, and I watched the color drain out of his face as he read.

Three days earlier, running my firm’s quarterly expense audit, I had flagged a run of charges I didn’t recognize — a wine merchant, two online sportsbooks, an emergency wire — totaling a little over a hundred and eighty thousand dollars.

They weren’t mine.

They weren’t Lindsay’s.