Tears filled my eyes.
Henry had seen the problem years before I did.
Then I reached the final paragraph.
*I also need an explanation for the transfers involving the Whitmore Family Trust.*
My hands went cold.
Transfers?
I turned the page.
There was a handwritten note.
*If Malcolm refuses to explain, I will request an independent audit.*
I sat completely still.
Henry had suspected Malcolm before he died.
And he’d never told me.
Or perhaps he had tried.
Perhaps there had been so much happening during his final illness that I hadn’t understood.
I looked toward his photograph.
Then whispered, “Oh, Henry.”
***
The next morning, Patricia reviewed the old transactions.
She found several payments made to a company connected to Malcolm’s family.
Most were small enough to appear routine.
Consulting fees.
Development expenses.
Advisory payments.
But over seventeen years, they added up to more than three million dollars.
I stared at the total.
