“We were just going over the third-quarter equipment maintenance invoices, Raymond,” Valerie said, her voice bright and quick.

“That folded page looks to me like an account reconciliation sheet,” I said.

“Just routine paperwork for the bank,” Garrett said, sliding the folded paper into his side coat pocket without looking at it.

“Nothing that needs your time right now.”

“I was going through the filing cabinet in accounting,” I said, keeping my hands flat in my coat pockets.

Garrett stopped shifting his weight, his eyes resting on my face for one quiet second.