My father stared
at him.
The apology did not erase anything, but it altered the air between them.
Jason looked at me.
“At the time, the transfers appeared to have Ethan’s authorization. I believed your father was trying to hide his own mistakes by accusing senior management.”
“And later?” I asked.
“Later, I found duplicate ledgers.”
“Why didn’t you clear his name?”
“Because the duplicate ledgers disappeared before I could prove they existed.”
My father gave a bitter laugh.
“How convenient.”
“Yes,” Jason said. “It was.”
The directness of the answer seemed to unsettle him more than any defense would have.
Vivian introduced the independent attorney, a calm woman named Helen Shaw, who carried a document case and seemed unimpressed by everyone.
“If this locker contains evidence of a crime,” she said, “no one removes or alters anything without documentation. We photograph the contents, establish custody, and contact the appropriate authorities.”
