Seven Empty Deposit Envelopes Showed What Was Happening At Carters Diner
“Troy told me he did it as a favor to you,” Jim said, looking up from the paper.
“He said you came up to the counter when Megan was on her break and tried to help a customer, but you pressed the wrong buttons.”
“He said you asked him to clear the screen for you so the drawer would balance.”
Henry stood perfectly still, his eyes fixed on the green linoleum floor.
“I did not go near the front counter yesterday morning,” Henry said.
“I was in the back alley breaking down the cardboard delivery boxes until ten o’clock.”
“We have fifty-two voided cash sales over the last month, Henry,” Jim said, his voice dropping.
“Every single one of them has your employee ID on it, and every one of them was authorized with Troy’s supervisor code.”
“The corporate office is running the final audit on November fifteenth, which is less than two weeks away.”
“If the books are short when they arrive, it is my neck on the line.”
Carter felt a slow, heavy pressure in his chest as he listened to Jim lay out the evidence.
