“How much money is left in the operating account?”
Trish tried to close the meeting.
People started shouting.
Linda Price stood from the second row.
The room quieted.
She held a folder.
“I want an answer to that too.”
Trish stared at her.
“Linda, sit down.”
“I served as treasurer for four years.”
“You are out of order.”
“There were transfers from the reserve account.”
Bradley leaned toward his microphone.
“This isn’t the appropriate forum for—”
Linda raised her voice.
“Two hundred and seventy thousand dollars.”
The clubhouse exploded.
Trish stood.
“Turn off the livestream.”
The video ended.
Rachel and I looked at each other.
“Corn maze?” I said.
She shook her head.
“No.”
The doorbell rang.
Ben Holloway stood outside.
He wasn’t smiling.
“I need to show you something.”
We went to the porch.
He handed me a photocopy of a sheriff’s incident report.
“Deputies responded to Cedar Ridge about thirty minutes ago.”
