“I’m keeping that under wraps until the gala,” I said.

Thomas put his mug down beside the steel salt shaker.

A waitress dropped two paper menus on our table and headed off toward the register.

“You asked me to look into your brother’s reserve status,” Thomas said.

“Daniel talks about his logistics command every day,” I said.

“He walks out of the house in uniform on weekends.

But I found an audit notice in his trash.”

Thomas looked out the front window at the wet parking lot.