Elena frowned.
“No.”
“Are you sure?”
“He actually objected.”
That surprised me.
“Why?”
“He wanted me to use a different organization.”
“Why?”
“He said he didn’t trust their paperwork.”
Lucas spoke from beside Julian.
“Mom thought he was being paranoid.”
Elena gave him a look.
“I thought he was being overly cautious.”
“You said paranoid.”
“I was simplifying.”
“You were complaining.”
“Lucas.”
He grinned.
For an instant, I saw Thomas again.
Elena continued.
“The chair arrived. It was excellent. Nothing went wrong. Eventually I assumed Thomas had been mistaken.”
“Then why does Lucas’s grant number appear on Maya’s paperwork?”
“I have no idea.”
Lucas had been listening closely.
“Can I see it?”
I handed him the photocopy.
He studied it.
Then frowned.
“This isn’t my number.”
“What?”
“My chair had a sticker underneath the seat.”
Elena nodded.
“He remembers numbers.”
Lucas ignored her.
“It ended in 4197.”
