When My Son Reported a Theft, I Went Looking and Found the Real Ledger in Our Dallas Office
She reached into her coat pocket and pulled out a rolled bundle of yellow accounting paper held together with a thick rubber band.
“I took this out of the master safe the night before Garrett locked me out of the office,” she said.
She slipped off the rubber band and unrolled the long sheets flat across the kitchen counter.
“What’s this ledger sheet?” I asked.
“It’s the original master ledger copy for the firm’s payroll account,” she said.
I bent over the counter lamp to read the rows showing forty-one thousand two hundred dollars in neat blue ink.
Line forty-two showed the transfer authorization, with my forged initials stamped next to the amount in dried red ink.
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