“I heard what you were saying, Russell, and I think it is time Paige saw what my father left behind.”

Russell looked startled.

“What are you talking about, Rachel?”

Rachel reached into her handbag and pulled out a small, worn leather journal.

“I found this hidden inside the lining of my father’s old tackle box two months after the police closed his missing persons case.”

She opened the little notebook and pointed to a page covered in dense, precise numbers.

“My father wrote that he had stored duplicate copies of the altered audit files in a private lockbox outside the company.”