“Then get here,” Sutton said.
She ended the call before she could ask the question again. Rhett had heard it. Whatever he needed to say, she wanted him saying it across a table rather than into the wind.
She pulled up the contractor references she'd copied that afternoon. Mara's help had given them somewhere to look; it hadn't supplied the records themselves. Sutton marked what was verified and left the rest alone.
Outside, the light was fading along the porch steps.
Rhett arrived with dust on his jeans and his hat in his hand. He stopped just inside the dining room.
“You want to sit?” she asked.
“Probably not.”
“All right.”
She stayed beside the table.
He put his hat down.
“Jesse took hauling jobs for a subcontractor that worked with Voss's company.”
Sutton looked at him.
“How
