I remembered that email.
I remembered sitting at my desk and reading it. I remembered calling him and saying, “That’s a lot of money, Trev. Let me look at the numbers first.”
“It’s a huge opportunity, Rebecca,” he’d said. “We can’t lose it over cash flow.”
“I know. Just give me a couple of weeks. I want to see the contract.”
And then Loretta’s doctor called. And I never looked at the numbers. And I never saw the contract.
I never approved that credit line increase.
But according to the bank’s records, which Helen had also requested, the bank had released the money anyway. Four hundred thousand dollars. Under a request that showed my approval.
And most of that money had gone straight to Halston Ridge Supply.
When I laid all the records next to each other, next to Gordon’s reconciliations and my paper calendar and the bank statements, I could finally see how it fit together.
