“Don’t post it.”
“Too late.”
Julian smiled.
“You see?”
“See what?”
“How quickly you turn a simple matter into a crisis.”
I watched him.
For years, he had defined my reaction before I could define his behavior.
A missing receipt became my suspicion.
A false signature became my obsession.
Questions became a crisis.
Then, in the garage later that evening, I asked the question that finally changed his expression.
“Does Victoria have access to Vance financial accounts?”
“Why would you ask that?”
“Answer.”
“She handles public relations.”
“That wasn’t my question.”
He stepped from the SUV.