Valerie tilted her head, her cheerful look thinning into something close to pity.

“Mr.

Callahan, you approved that wire yourself on a Tuesday morning, sitting right at your desk.”

“I was in Fort Worth inspecting concrete pours that entire morning,” I said.

Valerie glanced around at the three clerks watching us over their partitions.

“Don’t you remember?

You came in pale as a ghost, drank your morning coffee, and gave me a verbal sign-off before you left.

You had one of your bad spells right after.”