"She contacted the office."
I looked at the clock.
It was almost ten.
My office had closed hours earlier.
I said nothing.
Daniel continued.
"Gloria, I think we should talk."
I looked toward the security panel.
My phone was in my hand.
I quietly contacted Detective Grant and forwarded the camera footage.
Then I spoke into the intercom.
"Not tonight, Daniel."
His smile faded.
"Gloria, this is important."
"So is my safety."
A pause.
Then he nodded.
"Of course."
He turned and walked toward his car.
But before leaving, he looked back at the camera.
And for one brief second, the expression on his face frightened me.
It wasn't concern.
It was calculation.
***
The following morning, I met Detective Grant at the station.
She had reviewed the footage.
She also had news.
The receiving account used in the six-million-dollar transfer was connected to a trust-services business.
That business had a legal adviser.
