Paying three hundred thousand dollars of debt before being ordered out of the house
Marcus was standing by the sink, holding a clean glass, watching the water run from the faucet. He did not turn around when I set my briefcase on the counter.
“Evelyn came to my office,” I said.
“She was worried about you,” Marcus said, turning off the tap. “She thinks the stress is getting to you.”
“She told me to stop looking at the accounts,” I said.
Marcus turned, leaning his lower back against the marble sink. “She is right, Clare. You are treating this like one of your corporate liquidation cases. But this is our life. This is my business.”
“The numbers do not lie, Marcus,” I said. “Ninety thousand dollars went to Delaware, and James has no record of any vendor.”
He stepped toward me, his voice calm, entirely devoid of the defensive edge he had shown this morning. “It was a capital reinvestment, Clare. We had to park those funds in an escrow account to secure a new line of credit for the spring. It is standard practice for small firms.”
“Without telling James?” I asked.
