Callie said, “Is that right, Mr. Fulkerson?”

“Mrs. Johnson, your firm and FNR have had a very close working relationship for several years. I would hate to see anything damage it.”

“Good,” Callie said. “Then you’ll give Mr. Harper whatever help he needs. Mr. Harper is not now, nor will he ever be interested in taking over any of the work you do for us. Mr. Harper is strictly a specialist I’ve brought in on this. You will treat him with the same respect you would treat me. If you do not, then the relationship you are so worried about will indeed be in trouble. Is that understood?”

“Of course,” Fulkerson said, looking uncomfortable. “Like I said, it was simply a misunderstanding. Of course I’ll give Mr. Harper whatever help he requests.”

“That’s any help, Mr. Fulkerson. If you incur any cost, just forward them directly to me.”

“I completely understand.” The mention of potential revenue brightened his demeanor considerably.

“Are we finished here?” she asked.

Logan looked at Fulkerson, who nodded.

“Yep,” Logan said. “That about covers it.”

“Just call if you need anything else.”

“Will do, Callie. Thanks.” He disconnected the call, and looked at the detective. “So we’re good?”

“Yes.” Fulkerson still wore some of his earlier resentment, but he’d obviously gotten the message.

“Excellent. How did you determine Sara Lindley wasn’t who she said she was?”

“All that’s in the report.”

“I’m sure it is,” Logan said, waiting.

Fulkerson sucked in a breath, and blew it out through his teeth. “Various ways. First we checked the background she’d given her husband, but could find no trace of her prior to when she’d moved to Riverside. Then we checked with the management company that runs the apartment building she was living in when she and Mr. Lindley met. From them we were able to get a copy of her rental application, which, we’d been told, had been thoroughly checked and approved. None of the previous addresses or jobs she listed actually exist, but since they were back east-”