the school, not a pen, not a staple, in 20 years of working there.
He had, in fact, on two separate occasions, found cash left in the building and turned it in.
He was that kind of man.
And yet there it was, $47,000, paper trail pristine, every transaction time-stamped and initialed, the whole architecture of a lie so well constructed that it looked, Walter had to admit, more like truth than most of the truth he’d ever seen.
Detective Harmon watched him look at the documents, and Walter
