“Please,” I said, my heart not being able to take much more of his excepts, “no more of those.”
“Except,” he continued, “only two of us can do that.”
Clark pointed at Glenn. “You, as the CFO.”
“Me,” he agreed, “And Chaz.”
And there it was. All roads really did lead back to him. If it looks like an azz and talks like an azz and walks like an azz, then, blah, blah, blah. In any case, he was an azz, and, it looked like, a murdering one. I mean, we’d ruled out Glenn and Didi. Paula had the chance to kill us and didn’t. Though that didn’t mean she didn’t kill me the first time. And that document was on my computer and Chaz must’ve been the one to alter it if it wasn’t Glenn. And Chaz moved money around, post-murder, and it was the same amount of money on the document, so he would be the one
