CONFIRMED.
My skin prickled.
Emily whispered, “What does that mean?”
Richard shook his head.
“I don’t know.”
I looked at Julia.
Her face was pale.
“You knew about this?”
“No.”
Richard continued.
“The corporate investigator found the envelope inside a locked drawer.”
I stared at him.
“Why were you searching Greg’s office?”
“The financial audit.”
“What does that have to do with me?”
“Nothing.”
He paused.
“At least that’s what we thought.”
Thought.
Past tense.
My chest tightened.
“What changed?”
Richard took out one final document.
A bank statement.
He handed it to me.
I understood only part of it.
A series of electronic deposits.
Each one for the same amount.
$2,000.
Monthly.
For years.
“What am I looking at?”
“Payments into an account Greg controlled.”
“From who?”
Richard tapped one line.
The sender wasn’t a company.
It was a private trust.
Merrick Family Holdings.I shook my head.
