“That,” he said, “is Andrew’s company’s internal investigator.”
I looked back at my husband. He was still smiling at Vanessa, completely unaware.
Then the woman in the suit walked straight to their table.
And everything unraveled.
At first, the restaurant didn’t register what was happening.
People kept eating. Servers moved between tables. Glasses clinked. Then the woman in the charcoal suit set a folder on Andrew’s table and said, in a calm voice that made it more chilling, “Mr. Bennett, don’t leave. We need to speak with you regarding company funds and unauthorized reimbursements.”
The color drained from Andrew’s face almost instantly.
Vanessa pulled her hand away from his.
“I think you’ve got the wrong table,” Andrew said, half-standing.
The man with the badge stepped forward. “Sit down, sir.”
