coffee table.
“One for each company that billed Westbridge.”
Kyle stopped pacing.
The color disappeared from Megan’s face.
Daniel stared at me.
“You investigated my family?”
“No. My company reviewed its vendors.”
Patricia jumped to her feet.
“How dare you?”
“Sit down.”
I didn’t shout.
I didn’t have to.
She slowly sat.
That seemed to frighten Daniel more than yelling would have.
I opened the first report.
“Kyle’s company overcharged Westbridge by approximately $71,400.”
Kyle immediately protested.
“That’s just an accounting mistake.”
“Then I’m sure you’ll have no trouble
