I Called Three Investigators to My Nephew’s Birthday Party

Nobody knew what he meant.

Denise did. “Who?”

Evan dragged a hand down his mouth. “Janine. I paid her. Not… not for this.” He pointed at the portfolio like it had bitten him. “For coaching. Resume help. She said she had internal contacts.”

My mother sat down hard in one of the plastic chairs.

“How much?” Denise asked.

He said nothing.

“Mr. Bennett.”

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