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

He ran his index finger along the digital ledger line to an IP address string typed at the end of the entry.

“Our system logs the internet protocol address of the exact computer that enters the PIN,” Dale said.

I leaned over the desk and looked closely at the dark printed numbers on the white page.

“Whose computer does that belong to?” I asked.

“That IP address is tied to the fixed residential fiber line at Garrett’s penthouse on Turtle Creek Boulevard,” Dale said.

The air in the quiet office seemed to go thick as I stared at the printed address.