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

“Garrett can’t get into the account records.”

Rebecca stood by the counter with her hand resting protectively on her lower belly as she looked around the quiet kitchen.

“What happens when the board meets Friday morning?” she asked.

“The truth gets laid out in front of every director at that table,” I said.

“Garrett will say I made the transfer,” she said.

“He can tell the board whatever he likes,” I said.

“The video proves who put the drops in.”