A Tin of Old Photographs Revealed Why a Best Friend Kept Helping

just in the kitchen.”

“You did more than take his mug, Harold,” I said, keeping my hands folded over my purse. “You went into the company files.”

“I wanted to help,” he said, smoothing his tie with his palm. “That is all I ever wanted.”

“You went into the basement archives at the office last week,” I said. “Mrs. Peterson saw you. You continue reading …