His relief disappeared.
“Yes.”
We waited for Daniel’s email. Michael opened the header records on his laptop. August 3. August 11. August 18. August 26. September 2. During that same month, Michael and I had eaten dinner together eleven times. We had watched a documentary on Sunday night. We had gone to Sarah’s birthday brunch. Normal life had continued directly beside a conversation about my property that I knew nothing about. The first two emails appeared to come from Michael’s old laptop.
“That computer is at my mother’s house,” he said.
“Why?”
“She borrowed it years ago.”
Michael looked puzzled.
“That could be mine.”
“I’m not saying I sent it. I’m saying the location looks like my office.”
The fourth came from Linda’s neighborhood. The fifth again from Michael’s office. Unless more than one person had been involved.
“Did anyone at work know about the investment plan?”
