When My Son Reported a Theft, I Went Looking and Found the Real Ledger in Our Dallas Office
“Why didn’t you call my house?” I asked.
“Or come by the construction trailer?”
“He cut off my phone that same afternoon,” she said, pausing between sentences.
“He drained the joint savings account down to forty-eight dollars.
He told me if I set foot on company property or got in touch with you, he’d make sure I did five years in the Dallas County jail.”
“Jail?
For what?” I asked.
“For the missing payroll money,” she said.