“I answered it.”
“You called this an administrative mistake.”
“It is.”
“Then show me the receipt.”
He straightened his cuff.
“I don’t carry receipts around to satisfy every suspicion you develop.”
“This one is for $41,200.”
“Not unusual for a reimbursement.”
“From the lake-lot sale?”
“Yes.”
“To whom?”
He looked toward the open garage.
“You are making this into something it isn’t.”
He got into the SUV.
I remained by the workbench.
Later, I placed the authorization between Julian and Evelyn in the library.
“Who signed this?”
Julian lifted his coffee.