“You should let Valerie’s people deal with those old cabinets, Dad,” Garrett said, slipping into the smooth corporate language he leaned on in contract talks.

“We already went through those records eight months ago.”

“Some of the payroll stubs from last fall were never verified,” I said.

Garrett gave a small shake of his head and took half a step toward me.

“Rebecca handled those files right up until she walked out, Dad.”

“She left a spare pair of reading glasses in her top drawer,” I said.

“People make rash decisions when they see an audit coming,” Garrett said softly.