My Husband Left Me His House, and Then My Family Came for His Bedroom
The first transfer, dated fourteen months back, was for twelve thousand five hundred dollars.
The transfers got steadily bigger every month, ending with a single forty-five-thousand-dollar payout processed five days before David got his overseas deployment orders.
I added the figures down the right-hand column on the solar calculator sitting on the desk.
The final total came to three hundred eighty thousand dollars.
Julian had produced fake invoices for seventy-five thousand gallons of diesel fuel and eight mobile generator units that had never been built or delivered.
On the next page, David had clipped a yellow legal pad sheet with his first audit notes written in blue ink.