When My Son Reported a Theft, I Went Looking and Found the Real Ledger in Our Dallas Office
“He’s your only son, Raymond,” the lawyer said.
“A felony record will finish his career in Texas.”
I got to my feet, holding the green binder by its cloth spine.
“My son finished his own career when he opened that gray bottle,” I said.
“Tell him I’ll see him at trial.”
The lawyer waited two seconds, searching my face for a crack, then turned and walked back to the elevator without opening his leather file.
I drove back to company headquarters on Oak Lawn as the streetlamps were flickering on along the avenue.