“You look like s**t,” Mace says when he walks in my office.
“Good, because I feel like s**t, and I’d hate to not match my outfit.” I can hear the grouchy sarcasm in my own ears, so I imagine it comes across even worse to him.
“Listen, it wasn't all bad news last night,” he tries to say, but I shake my head.
In our meeting last night, Nelly told us what she and her husband Dave uncovered, and so far it wasn’t much. The person she’s most suspicious of is Lionel Jenkins, or Jinx as we call him around the office. He was initially employed by our dad about thirty years ago and is the head of our billing department. Mace and I agree that there’s no way it’s him because he’s close with our family and he’s got money of his own. He wouldn’t have a need to steal from the company, and I don’t even
