“What did you record on it?” I asked.

“Tap the green icon near the middle of the screen,” she said.

I held the cracked phone flat in my palm and pressed the green play symbol on the display with my thumb.

A forty-second video file came up on the screen.

Garrett’s voice came through the tiny speaker, sharp and clear over the background hum of a refrigerator.

“The executive health clause paperwork is already drawn up,” Garrett said on the recording.

“He drinks whatever I put in his cup and never asks a question.”