In a Hartford Courtroom, Grant Wanted the House Until a Little Purple Toy Started Playing
“And who owns Apex Consulting?” I asked.
“It’s an outside vendor we keep on retainer for commercial research,” Grant said.
“Mr.
Holloway, between September ninth and November twelfth, how many separate wires went from our joint and company accounts to Apex Consulting?”
Grant picked up the page, turned it over, and put it back down.
“I don’t carry daily accounting details around in my head,” Grant said.
“The certified bank master ledger shows twelve transfers adding up to two hundred forty thousand dollars,” I said, laying the certified copy of the ledger on the clerk’s desk.