Brandon Whitcomb Asked for a Divorce Before the Sun Came Up, but One Bank Document Turned Everything Around
He didn’t answer.
He drew a circle around four hundred and eighty-six thousand dollars in red ink, then went around it a second time.
He set the pen down and turned the pad toward me.
The figure sat inside a red circle at the bottom of the page.
Four hundred eighty-six thousand dollars.
“Say that one more time,” Arthur said.
Mr.
Vance, the forensic auditor, had a pile of ledgers on the table in front of him.