When My Son Reported a Theft, I Went Looking and Found the Real Ledger in Our Dallas Office

“Raymond,” Mark said in his dry voice.

“He’s got two board members ready to sign his temporary management transfer.”

“Let him believe he’s got every vote in the room,” I said.

“What do you want me to do when the meeting starts Friday?” Mark asked.

“Be outside the boardroom doors at nine o’clock sharp with two printed copies of the lab report,” I said.

Mark pulled a clean legal pad over toward his keyboard and wrote down December fifteenth, nine a.m.

“And what about Garrett and Valerie?” Mark asked.