Paying three hundred thousand dollars of debt before being ordered out of the house
He shook his head, his eyes moving to the window overlooking the street. “Marcus handles the bank relations and the cash flow. If Marcus says we needed to move funds to stay afloat, I do not question it.”
“Even if it leaves the payroll account short?” I asked.
James picked up a plastic pen and began tapping it against his knee. The rhythmic tapping was the only sound in the empty office suite.
“He told me you were managing the debt consolidation,” James said. “He said you had it under control and that we just needed to stay focused on our core clients until the spring.”
“I am trying to,” I said. “But I need to know who received that money.”
James leaned back, his chair creaking in the quiet room. “Ask Marcus. I do not touch the ledger. I never have.”
I walked back toward my own office on Cary Street, the autumn wind pulling the dry leaves across the concrete.
