Then set it straight.
The blue mug sat on the credenza with coffee cooling inside.
Daniel had left three files for Tuesday.
No Mercer Defense Tech markings.
No family photographs.
No March 9 tab.
Just work.
I opened the first folder.
Checked a number.
Made a note.
Opened the second.
My phone lit.
Trevor.
“Hi.”
“Did I catch you at work?”
“You did.”
“I only wanted to ask if you still have that blue mug.”
I looked toward the credenza.