While we waited for bolt cutters, Bailey headed back to Caron’s office. She went through the last month’s receipts according to the database and began comparing them to the copies of the thank you letters in Caron’s office. They were all matching perfectly and that wiped the smile right off Bailey’s face. I figured it didn’t take much anyway. I had an idea but didn’t want to share it with her, so I kept it to myself. Finding nothing amiss, Bailey began pacing. I’...