“No.”
Nothing, apparently, was ever it.
Daniels continued.
“Cole claims she believed the payments were being redirected to an emergency assistance fund.”
“Was there one?”
“Not officially.”
“Then where did the money go?”
“We’re still tracing it.”
I closed my eyes.
“Daniels.”
“I know.”
“I don’t need every detail. Just tell me whether this is going where we thought.”
He was quiet.
“Not exactly.”
“What does that mean?”
“It means some of the missing money may not have been stolen.”
I opened my eyes.
“What?”
“Cole gave investigators access to an account.”
“What account?”
“A privately managed fund.”
“For what?”
“Wheelchairs. Home ramps. Medical transportation. Equipment repairs.”
I gripped the phone.
“You’re saying they took money from a disability charity… to help disabled families?”
“Possibly.”
“That makes no sense.”
“It makes terrible accounting sense.”
“Why hide it?”
“We’re trying to establish that.”
That evening Rebecca came over.
