Rebecca Hale — The Second Ledger
For four years I had heard different versions of the same warning: be patient, be realistic, learn to accept what happened.
Opal rested one hand on her cane.
“Russell’s asking what makes a strong case, not whether you deserve one.”
I sat down again.
“I kept paper copies of vendor agreements and bank reconciliations,” I said.
“Some of the original purchase orders were signed by me.
The disputed ones weren’t.
Before my arrest, I mailed a box to a storage unit in my maiden name.”