I felt my stomach drop.
“That is between Hazel and the trustee.”
Dad suddenly laughed.
It wasn’t a happy laugh.
It was bitter.
“You think this is going to work?”
Mr. Grant didn’t respond.
Dad stepped closer.
“You think you can destroy my company because of one stupid vacation?”
“No.”
Mr. Grant looked him directly in the eye.
“This isn’t about the vacation.”
He placed one final document on the suitcase.
“The vacation is simply the first time Hazel’s family made the mistake of leaving evidence in writing.”
Dad looked down.
The document was a bank statement.
But something had been highlighted.
A transfer.
$12,500.
Recipient: Richard Carter.
Description: HOME REPAIR — HAZEL.
Dad’s face changed.
Mr. Grant continued.
“There are eleven transfers like this.”
My father said nothing.
“Some were sent to your company.”
More papers.
“Some went to your personal account.”
More.
“Some were used to pay debts that had nothing to do with your mother.”
