“You’re going to hate me,” he muttered.
“Julian.”
“I…I…I gave her the money. Company money. Well, not exactly gave it to her, but pretty much.”
“That’s what I was trying to talk to you about that night. Did you sleep with her?”
“Yes,” his shouldered slumped. “But you had been gone for four years. I didn’t think you were coming back.”
“Were you with her back then?”
“No. I promise.”
“The night I left, I was going back to the investigator to get a recording so you could see I wasn’t crazy.”
“This is all my fault,” he nervously ran his hand through his hair.
“Some of it, but not all of it. Did you know about Orson?” I asked.
“What about him?”
“He was in on this.”
“No way. I don’t believe that.”
“That’s the recording I was going to get.”