I picked up the first letter Megan had written from her porch six months earlier.

“She thought I was the one who sent those men to hurt her, Dale.”

For five seconds Dale didn’t say a thing.

“She told Megan it came from me,” I said.

“She used my name so Megan would get scared and run.”

“Garrett, listen to me real careful now,” Dale said.

“If Tiffany finds out you’ve got those papers before the merger meeting Friday, she’ll execute that power of attorney before noon.”

“She’s already got it,” I said.