When My Son Reported a Theft, I Went Looking and Found the Real Ledger in Our Dallas Office
“We’ve got a problem there, Raymond.”
Garrett didn’t sit down.
He took a folded sheet of heavy cream paper out of his coat pocket and slid it across the polished wood to Frank.
“This arrived from the medical clinic on North Central Expressway yesterday afternoon,” Garrett said smoothly.
Frank lifted the sheet and adjusted his reading glasses.
“What am I looking at, Garrett?”
“It’s a certified medical opinion on Dad’s recent dizzy spells,” Garrett said, adjusting his silver wristwatch.
“I asked for a formal review after he collapsed in Oak Lawn.”