She flinched.
Sean picked up his suitcase.
“This conversation is over.”
I stood between him and the door.
“No. You wanted us to agree to a week that would supposedly change our lives. I think we should begin by being honest about what you actually planned.”
He lowered his voice.
“Move, Vanessa.”
I didn’t.
Rachel placed a small digital recorder on the table.
“I also have a recording of a meeting in which Sean discussed falsifying an expense report. I have not determined whether it can legally be used as evidence, and I’m not going to pretend it proves everything. But it may help the appropriate investigators understand what happened.”
Sean stared at it.
“You recorded me?”
“I documented a conversation in which you asked me to do something I believed was improper.”
He looked at me.
“You planned all of this.”
I shook my head.
“No. You planned something, and I finally decided to find out what it was.”
