When My Son Reported a Theft, I Went Looking and Found the Real Ledger in Our Dallas Office
“It would name Garrett acting president until your health settles down,” Frank said, turning the binder so I could read the draft agenda.
“It keeps the twelve-million-dollar contract safe from any challenge by the bank.”
“Was it Garrett who asked you to bring me this?” I asked.
“He brought it up after your spell at the restaurant,” Frank said.
“He’s trying to protect the firm, Raymond.
And he’s trying to protect you.”
I stared at Garrett’s name printed on the agenda under the title Acting Executive President.
The forged initials on form forty-two and the IP address on Turtle Creek Boulevard sat in my mind like iron bars.