The office at Lawson Customs had grown quieter, although the workshop outside remained alive with the sounds of tools, engines, and voices carrying through the open doors.
I sat behind the desk with Ethan’s copies of the recovered ledgers spread across the surface, while Charlotte sat opposite me with a folder in her lap.
She had been staring at the same page for several minutes.
“You recognize something.” I said and Charlotte lifted her eyes toward me.
“Yes.” She said.
Her answer was quiet, but there was no hesitation behind it.
Jace stood near the office doorway with his arms folded across his chest, and although he appeared relaxed, I knew him well enough to see the tension in his shoulders.
He was watching Charlotte, but he was also watching Sarah.
Sarah had arrived twenty minu
