Six Years After the Lake Trip, One Blue Envelope Upended Everything Clara Believed
I leaned over the desk.
Written across the box for Monday, November 8, were four words in neat accountant’s handwriting: Daniel Miller board review.
“He was coming to my main office that Monday at nine,” Vance said.
“We had a formal audit meeting set up with the regional examiner.
Daniel had the matched deposit slips ready to show the board.”
“He never meant to leave us,” I said.
“He wasn’t running from debts,” Vance said.