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“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.”