“I’m looking for Rebecca.”

Pete glanced over his shoulder at the counter, where an old waitress was wiping down a pie case.

He leaned across the table and dropped his voice.

“Garrett told the whole main office she ran off with a subcontractor from Fort Worth,” Pete said.

“He told us she emptied forty-one thousand two hundred dollars out of the payroll account before she went.”

“Did you buy his story?” I asked.