| |
In a small cubicle maze, Yvonne leaned over Jill’s desk and spoke softly but emphatically. “Are you kidding? Stealing from work? Here of all places?”
“People in this department are stupid,” Jill whispered. “And I’m a damn good accountant. They’ll never find out.”
“But if they did, they’d toss you in jail and throw away the key. Can you imagine how embarrassing it’d be? Remember what they did when they caught Johnston last year.”
“He was in property. That’s where they’re always careful.”
“I’m telling you Jill, no one can get away with stealing money from the Sunnydale Police Department.”