He cut me off with one sharp word.
I stood there another minute, surrounded by photographs of a younger Robert building houses alongside the man who had raised him.
Then I left.
The numbers would tell me what he refused to.
Driving home, I realized the fraud wasn’t only about money.
They were erasing Grandpa.
His property.
His work.
His decisions.
His legacy.
Everything he had built, dismantled by the very people who should have protected it.
Diana’s office had a whiteboard.
By the time we finished mapping the case,
