I Got Home From the Oil Rig Two Weeks Early and Found My Eight-Year-Old Son Cooking Dinner for Strangers—The Messages He Never Sent Explained Everything.
That authority didn’t permit her to change everything she had changed.
Howard asked a forensic accountant to look into it.
The accountant was a woman named Elise Boudreaux.
She talked with the crisp precision of someone who spent her days telling people which numbers were real.
She tracked payments to the casino, a string of cash withdrawals, and transfers to Dwight.
Some had been labeled “repairs.” Others had been labeled “school supplies.” None of them matched anything Finn’s school had actually received.
“This doesn’t mean every single transaction is automatically a crime,” Elise said.