phone.
“Then we’d better find out.”
I took leave from my accounting firm.
My boss, Jan, didn’t ask for details.
“Family stuff?”
I nodded.
“Take what you need.”
She had watched me leave early for three years to care for Grandpa.
She understood.
Diana subpoenaed records from People’s Bank of Virginia, Grandpa’s personal accounts, Linda’s accounts, and Palmer Family Holdings LLC.
The documents arrived in two bankers boxes.
I spread them over my kitchen table like evidence from a crime scene.
Which, by then, was exactly what they were.
I